I picture myself in a pool of still water
In a barren landscape, its verdure long gone
Nearby the remains of a dead desert willow
A skeleton tree looking over the pond
My face almost flush 'gainst the dark, dreary surface
My toes stretch to find solid ground, but no use
My arms are frantically splashing and flailing
But it feels like the black water's pulling me down
With rising recurrence my head's ducking under
My limbs are too tired to keep me afloat
I'm gasping, I'm trying to scream, but the water
Runs down my throat like a poisonous snake