I want
I want my life back
I used to fly on silver's blue
Gliding inches above the dew
I used to fly the clean, clear gulf
Now hacking up parts of myself
I flew,
Graceful, sleek
Never wanting,
'til last week,
Now, I'm dying in agony,
It's slow & painful
100 degrees
A thousand things are causing my death
The heat
The lack of oxygen
Nostrils burn
Toxic fumes
Gut striated, oil ruined
Blinded by this thick, brown muck
Can't eat
Can't walk
Can't feel
Can't touch
Blue, dazzling skies
To bleak brown, sludge
Between my feet
Caught, held, stuck
And I'm dying here
Come sooner now
Burning, irritated, red
I'd scream if I could
Energy's gone
Lay in the sludge
Wait for dusk
No hurricane's gonna clean this bird
I'll never see again my World
Ears blocked
Brown curd
From nowhere
Blue to brown
Without a sound
No indication
Silent death
Thick brown cloud
Ugliness
Enveloping my entire soul
Dragged deep down
Deep water drowned
Confusion reigns
Worst of all
Don't understand
Where'd my blue go
I want
My life
Back
Beyond
Petrol
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