sink sink little child

Sink, Sink, Little Child:

Sink, sink, little child,

Lost where waters deep and wild.

Drifting slow with hollow eyes,

Underneath the weeping skies.

No more breath and no more cries,

Only hands that claw and rise.

Soft and slick, so cold, so thin,

Tiny fingers pull you in.

Hush, hush, don't you fight,

The bog will hold you safe tonight.

Rocking slow where dead things sleep,

Swaying soft in currents deep.

Drip, drip, black and wide,

The reeds will shiver as they glide.

Wretched mouths that do not scream,

Slick and silent, drowned between.

Wade too far, you'll hear them hum,

The ones who wait, the ones who come.

A choir of things that shouldn't be,

That hum beneath the dying trees.

No more mother, no more light,

Only whispers in the night.

Sink, sink, little child,

Lost where waters deep and wild.