Small and sleeping children's song

The kind that wished for death

Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef

Has whored herself to rest

Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea

Fell quick to the snow, still life

Sprawled out in the cold, he said

There was dancing on the ceiling

I was strapped down to the anchours

Stumble out your breathing speaks

As heavy in the prose

Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef

Has wounded several more

Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea

Fell quick to the snow, still life

Sprawled out in the cold, he said

There was dancing on the ceiling

I was strapped down to the anchours

Twisting down the drain

Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin

Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip

Damned towards several silver stabs

Pricking your sedated episodes

I was strapped down to the anchours

Down, down, down...where will those mermaids lead him?