Riverbed - Another Sky

They were no walkers, born underwater

With gills in a past life

Ankle-biters, precise in spite of

But they saw red

Red and only red

Now, I am done with the Riverbed

Sun never reaches there

Done with the creatures bred

In wet mud and featureless

Anchored to my skin, it swells

Makes every heaven hell

The sky, the floor of the well

The air, the Riverbed

I’m not your animal

But I prayed to be made one

Threw me down

Showed me around

Humanity as a prison ground

I am done with the Riverbed

I am the river

Red and only red