Coelacanth -

I guess I’m not okay

I’m treading water here, deep oceans

Thousands of leagues below me is a dark world

With horrible fish that eat their weak

I am too soft

My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth

And dangling lures and lidless eyes

I look up to see the surface rise

My skull crumbles under the water’s weight

As I drop into the cold, the stagnant layers

My limbs become fins and I’m turned a coelacanth among the…

With horrible fish that eat their weak

I am too soft

My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth

And dangling lures and lidless eyes

With horrible fish that eat their weak

I am too soft

My flesh peels in shreds to the loss of hope and the rows of teeth

And dangling lures and lidless eyes

The world of refugees who couldn’t stop breathing

Who couldn’t stop breathing

Though we would, we would, we would

If we could

Though we would, we would, we would

If we could

Though we would, we would, we would

If we could