Mange les Poisson (Don’t Eat the Fish)

Sink with me. Beneath these shallows lies a buried treasure.

If you can make it to the bottom, there’s something spectacular waiting for you.

Come and bathe in the lavish riches. Who said they couldn’t buy pleasure?

Shower yourself in the greed of the wealthy.

Their money is acid and eats away at my flesh.

Little girl stares down into my puddle with darkened eyes.

I will chain you to the shipwreck.

Should’ve waterproofed your lungs.

As we walk along the bottom of the ocean hand in hand.

I lead you to the chasm, and you crack under pressure.

You’re taking on water quick. X marks the spot.

Should’ve learned to breath underwater.

Entangled in aquatic vegetation

As she flails about in an almost rhythmic fashion

Dancing to the beat of her own heart

The vessel is brought down.

With praised eloquence and grace, she rests in place with the others.

And with my back turned to this murky museum;

I recall the importance of breathing underwater

My lungs are sealed with concrete.

Sink with me. Beneath these shallows lies a buried treasure.

Lured in by glimmering bait. Tricked into my control of your fate.

Come find yourself dying in the waters of eternal pleasure

Should’ve waterproofed your lungs.

Should’ve learned to breath underwater.

Like me.