I let myself roll in and out of the tide
The lull of the waves drawing me deeper
Into oceans too strong to have been cried
I wish I could blame it on growing weaker
I’ve welcomed this defeat with open mind
For the future cannot look much bleaker
No, don’t pity me, you are much too kind
Letting go has comforted my leaden bones
And sunk me to bottom, this story defined
Carbonate shells crumble around me in clones
Teach me to leach my life into ashes
Swept up in a hurry for the pleasure of Jones
My arms relaxing will know no more thrashes
And my weight will resist the upcoming swell
Deeper and darker until black are the flashes
Please, you, believe me, this is not my hell
But my own weary and warranted final farewell
