I was rowing a two person boat
I struggled in pain as your eyes would gloat
The water felt cold and black as it inched up my body
Where your fingers used to trace
The pace of my heart is fast as I would drown in my own sorrow
I told myself to just think of tomorrow, and try to keep my chin above water
I find myself content
Feeling the cool waves crash against my sides
The waves are like a ride that carries me soundlessly on my back
And as I drift, my mind throws fits of thoughts
They weigh me down into the black water
Slowly pulling me under
To the beat of thunder

I wake up on the ocean floor
Sand between my toes, stinging my cuts filled with woe
My air is gone, my breaths have stopped
I sink in the sand of forgotten thoughts.
Where my corpse will rot