Drowning

Night.

Storm.

Waves 100 feets tall.

Sharks.

My ship is drowning in the middle of the ocean.

my companions are all dead.

I hear the sirens’s song.

calling me home.

Night.

Storm.

Death.

Sharks.

waiting to have their dinner.

their feast of blood and flesh.

Me.

waiting for the dark.

to take my soul.

my body.

forgotten in the heart.

of the magnificent.

blue.

ocean.

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