Down I go
Dying slow; no carpet rides
Beneath the blue below
Precious diamonds; pressure only grinds my bones
That which dwells in these depths,
Must be overthrown
Like the stone, dragging me deeper
Into this black cold
All my sunken attempts
Dress the sand in swords
For all the fallen warriors slain
By the dueling voices inside my brain
Chained to pillars in this endless ocean
Composure erodes like weathered boulders
Yet, I stand staunch against the breaking waves
For what is outside myself, I have no mind to claim