The crumpled ocean with No boat trip The dark waters stole My clothing The shape stirs beneath me A pulse pounds along blood streams First bite marks
The crumpled ocean is no boat trip, well, dark water stole my clothing. a shape stirs beneath me, a pulse pounds along bloodstreams, the first bite marks
The crumpled ocean is no boat trip, well, dark water stole my clothing. a shape stirs beneath me, a pulse pounds along bloodstreams, the first bite