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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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