There is that salty brine
That sweet solution of loose
Dripping on cheek, flowing to the ground
Concentrated droplets soaking me up
They are the monsters chewing, digesting me in its fluids
Making me nothing
Converting all my greatness into shit
Right there in the fresh clean air
Redened, burning, puffy flesh from my innards
Moans from the searing and no cover from my acid rain
Such scars are ripened on my skin
Always to be heal by morning
Always to bore themselves again at night
