Thrashing about
The ice cold water
Which starts to burn
Subsequently numb
My blue skin.
Strong hands which
I know why too well
Push me down the water
After I have
Managed to take two breaths.
My muscles start
To give way,
For they have been worn
Repeatedly through this
Torture chamber.
The ocean large and open
Yet I can't advance
To see greater pictures
For my eyes have already
Fixated on their desired.
The ocean so deep
I somehow managed
To sink
To grace the sharp
Ocean floor,
Sharp shards strewn about
I fall with the five bubbles
Of oxygen left escaping me
Four cuts, with
Three steady streams of blood,
Two rivers of tears
And one defeated warrior,
Naked with armour.
