Old

Drowned out fever 

Of what used to feel like life 

Pangs of my old pain 

Soften 

I’m broken and washed out in this hellscape

Drowning together 

we all feel the weather 

muddying our brains

Drought 

Dying dreams 

I used to think differently 

I used to want more than freedom

Dumb 

Drum 

Drawling out our days