Infinite Black

I open my eyes.
But my eyes doesn't seem to open.
I am encased, trapped, in black.
Though I feel no boundaries to trap me.
I seem to be moving.
But I don't want to move.
Then it struck me.
I am thought to be dead.

The mighty ship challenged the mighty ocean.
The ship fought and struggled.
Then lost and fluttered.
Resulting in wreckage and men.
The ocean rose, victories.

There is no one here.
No one to see me or me to see.
Not even the best of stars,
Has thought to light my way.
Oh light of the heavens!
Have you forsaken me?
Never mind, it might have been in vain
'Cause I lack the strength to see my way.

My way might be a metaphor of my sins.
My graceful deeds, neglected in this il graced way.
I try to command my body, I lift my hand.
And wet drops fall, forming ripples.
Red or black, it doesn't matter, black dominates
The ripples that I am deaf to.

Above me is the water of life, abandoning me.
Below me is the water of death, welcoming me.
I open my mouth to shout for help.
And I am filled with bitterness.
The Grim reaper glances at his watch, waiting.

Up and down, I go with the waves.
My strength and chivalry has long since died.
My presence not felt, my voice not heard, my eyes don't see.
Maybe I am dead.

My insignificance is well established.
Against the mighty waves.
My past and present is lost in jeopardy.
No future lies for me.
And then I sink, to rise back again, without me.