For days we go down,
I feel like a clown.
The pressure swells my head,
I just want to stay in bed.
I can't eat,
There is no chance of sleep.
I look out the window,
all I see is night.
Then I wake,
With a fright.
Searching,
For a light.
It's alblak
Its a submarine.

Dedicated to Chris.
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