Sail on, sail on
To seek the mystic truth.
Each wave bears my weight;
I am no longer a vessel of mass,
But a vessel measured in volume.
Victimized by the vile waters
Of this ever changing sea.
Swallowing briny salt water
As I drown.
Each drop, for at least one moment in time;
Has been the entirety of these swelling waters.
Magnificence fades, as fear sets in.
All concious thoughts and feelings alike; refused existence.
No longer our own,
We belong to another.
Ultimate force
Quickly releasing, the last oxygen rich breath to ever fill my chest. Lungs feel as if, being ripped at the seam.
Triumphant failure, the body lacking to compensate.
The pressure's immensity meets capacity.
Comfort & ease soon wash over me.
Ruptured organs ironically,
Free us from pain and suffering
A beautiful defeat,
Beneath an imaginary sunset.
We sail on together
To paint the mystic blue.