I am a lost cause.
Destined to sail alone.
Far away from land and home.
I have no crew, no ship nor sail.
Have you tried being in water
With no raft or a tail?

I am splashing.
And splashing is fun.
Though, I’d much rather play with a knife or a gun.
Then, life would end quickly.
And my problems would go.
Luckily, there is no one to miss me.

I wish I was drowning,
Out here in the sea.
I wish you were here, so I could drown you with me.
I’d use all my weight, to pull you down deeper.
And who would say, ‘Hello’
But our dear friend, The Reaper.

I am sinking.
The ocean is life’s salty sting.
Even in quiet, my ears still ring.
And the pressure is building, it’s crushing my skull.
Oh, the misery life was
Even when lived to the full.

I am a lost cause.
You won’t find me now.
I am buried deep, deep in the ground.
My bones were stripped of flesh and of life.
Life never changing, never moving, but now I am home.
With Death, my wife.