Crawled into work,
Had a breakdown,
I was beaten up,
Then on the road,
I was mowed down,
By a series of trucks.
Infection entered my blood,
I went in through a vein,
and out I looked,
At the doctors,
unable to treat my body.
As I sloshed around
the black cavern nooks,
As a darkened shade of red,
I left my body
and it was dead.
The Emergent Sea 