Swimming in cesspools
In a school called a city
Now a vacuum
An entire room
Child speak from two sides
They never hide
Its sadly bliss
They never can see
The pace of it
I could see myself
In a pool of red
The chord snipped
A duet with ends
They never hide
Its sadly bliss
They never can see
The pace of it
Cementing the water
Pointing one to another
With barely an answer
Different name the owner
They never hide
Its sadly bliss
They never can see
The pace of it