An answer for all those who found 'Phone Call' formal.
You don't see me you don't, not yet. You think I'm down there, in the murky depths, carried away, most like, ice cold in the slow, sullen tide. I'm here, not drowned and dead and ready to be washed up, white and bloated, some place down river. You're facing the wrong way man. I'm right behind you, rising up, smiling.
A ripple, a little splash. You've turned, you see me, yes you see me, I'm here and I’m smiling. Now you're the one who's afraid because I'm the dead come back to get you man.
You'll soon find out, I'm not dead, I'm alive! My fingers feels the rough wood of the jetty, my skin shrinks in the freezing water, but my muscles are burning, hot and ready for revenge.
You're thinking, two steps, two steps then smash your boot into my face, stamp on my fingers, send me back under. Man, I'm going to be up there facing you, dripping blood & water, before your first step falls. You made your big mistake when you threw the blade in after me. Now it's mine, and you're the one who's going to feel it slide in smoothly, sharp under your ribs. You're the one who's going to float away, your dead eyes staring and little fishes swimming in and out your open mouth.
Now, now, I'm ready for you now man, make your move now.
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