I feel my ears drowned in haze and the sudsy water stings my eyes.
I count the looming seconds like they're the last of my lives
seventeen, eighteen, twenty
My chest fights back, scared to be empty
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three
A void clings to my lungs, tempting my body to scream
And empty it stays, just as before
With nothing worth the time to forget, or painful enough to reach t...