Sea of salt, and I halt.
My nostrils tingle.
My stomach mingles.
It's dead.

Here even salt is fucking bitter.
I shiver
I wither
But like a teeter I keep swinging.
I keep slithering down
The endless slippery slope
And I lose all kind of hope.

I'm at the dead sea.
This place is the lowest in the world
And the water's cold.

'Cause i'm nearly dead, see?
Both of my lungs are full of salt.
Here, even shit floats.