crocodiles hidden in puddles

contractors diving real estate in the oceans. deserts housing a metropolis. oxygen takes the form of our drug. chest reduced to a cage. we save the last dance for the oil fields. i open my mouth as the crow makes his nest. scars contain prophesy for vengence. stomach full of parasites. making me sick as they are a constant reminder of the form i've become. all principles abandoned. we created this clockwork world. purity still remains. if you blink you will miss it, as we comntaminate it with our hearts. will our desperate search for meaning end at monuments and self improvement?