By The Tide

Osian

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Cement grey beehives rise
From a distance into the night
Fading into light of bleeding
Glow-worms with no life

Liquid life flows down on my skin
Like pouring rains of mid-fall
Liquid life leaves scars on my skin
Like burning drops of fools' gold

Hold back your breath
Hold back again
And dive into this void

Drown
Slowly drown
Adrift in open waters with no bearings

Steel-grey termite mounds rise
From a distance into the night
Blending into skies
With bleeding colors void of life

Liquid life flows down on my skin
Like pouring rains of mid-fall
Liquid life leaves scars on my skin
Like burning drops of fools' gold

Hold back your breath
Hold back again
And dive into this void

Drown
Slowly drown
Adrift in open waters with no bearings

Drown
Slowly drown
Like being carried by the tide