An ocean's bitter taste unchanged
Cold outside in falling rain
A staggered shuffle, sliding past
Over sand and broken glass
Growing older now
Turning pale, feeling frail
Growing sick and ugly
failing, falling down
To watch the sun cede to night
Sigh as the feeling drowns
As eyes settle far from sight
A violent tide calms down
The eyelids are heavy
and feet are swollen now
Time to be ready
Walk the checkered tile
Fortune's gifts were plenty
She followed down the isle
Her hands tremble then steady
As she grins a ghastly smile
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