A few days ago
the ground shook.
No damage happened,
I though I was fine.
I was wrong.

50 feet of water
50 feet of fear
50 feet of regret
50 feet of 'I should've done more'

She tricked me.
Calling me to come closer,
luring me into her trap.
I can't be mad though,
it's my fault I fell for her.

Maybe this is for the best.
Last few minutes of life
to cleanse me of sin,
to understand what I did wrong.

Thank you ma'am.
I'll make no attempt to escape.
I'll embrace you, west ocean.
Here where the moon is scarce
and the stars are dull.