How long have I been here
in this cold and dark abyss
I here the haunting sirens cry
and felt the evil serpents kiss

Somewhere along my journey
I must have fallen from the ship
Into an icy,frozen hell
into this God Forsaken crypt

The water is growing darker
now the heavens is what I seek
No one can save my self but me
though I have grown very weak

The pressure is starting to build
I’m slowly slipping away
I feel this warmth coming over me
the first time in my life I’m not afraid

As I drift into my icy grave
I feel my angels,cover me
As I take my last watery breath
they carry me away from the sea

The Lost Poet
12-12-18