Time me. It’s dying slowly, Inside me. Revive me. Please find me. I’m lying between the buried. To confide in me. Or lose track of all feeling. It hurts to be surfacing, To such pressure… Sinking on my chest. My blood flow settles. I am either half empty, Or half full.
Time me. Its rising vastly. Beneath me. Remind me. Whos beside me. I’ve reached full capacity. I am ready to fade.