Ocean Waves
My lungs are filling up
With cool, salty water
My eyes begin to close
Along with this, my thoughts grow fuzzy
I took your hand
Because you whispered sweet, enticing promises
The boat, the ocean, never did I bat an eye
Until we were too far out, where my screams could not be heard
I was told we were going out, to an island nonetheless
My navigating skills were not the best and I never realized we had strayed
The boat stopped, and then you were upon me, beating with hellish rage
My body was now a bloody pulp, then you came again and threw me overboard
Through my swollen eyes I saw the faintest shadow
I presume of your outline
I picture you with that devilishly handsome smile upon your face
As you watch me sink below the waves
Never would I have imagined
This kind of death for me
Never did I imagine
That a smile so intoxicating, could be so deadly
I have almost blacked out from lack of oxygen
But I hear your boat drive away
And still I manage to smile to myself
As I took in enough water to rid myself of this unruly pain
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