[Bonus Track]

Not once do they turn
Their faces towards me
Their chins weighted to their chests
In fear of discovery

The room dark and quiet as I sat
Amongst the whisperers
A stale breeze steady beneath our noses
Fastened to each exchange
Thoughts of which I'd never thought be spoken
Drown the men of whom I'd always thought could swim

Holding my breath as I sink with them
Though it pains me to hear and not to breathe

My taste of fate kept behind my teeth
The simple scent of my tongue smelling of intrustion

Not once do they turn
Their faces towards me
Their chins weighted to their chests
In fear of discovery

I reach to catch my breaths and tears
As they lightly ripple in the rising pool of collusion
Not to disturb the design
Of a carefully calculated demise

Holding my breath as I sink with them
Though it pains me to hear and not to breathe

My taste of fate kept behind my teeth
The simple scent of my tongue smelling of intrustion

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