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I woke
Cold and alone
Adrift in the open sea
Caught up in regrets
And tangled in nets
Instead of your arms wrapped around me
And I wept but tears are anathema here,
Just more water to fill my lungs
I hear someone scream,
"God, what is it we have done?"

I am drowning in a Digital Sea
I am slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes to ones and zeroes
I'm slipping beneath the sound...

A song
From somewhere below,
Both deadly and slow, begins
Both sickly and sweet
Now picking up speed
Ushering in the world's end
And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark,
"Oh how could I have been so wrong?"
Above the screams, still sirens sing this song