Cleanse

Hands aren’t working, feet feel like lead

Water rushes over my head

Static whispers pull me under

Voices rumbling like thunder

Try to scream help, no sound comes out

Wonder what I’m crying about

Waves get steeper, drag me deeper

There’s some fucked up sense of peace here

Water seeps in, freezing my heart

Puts out the fire I tried to start

Dousing worries, I sink lower

My heartbeat becoming slower

Thoughts in my head begin to freeze

Salt picks apart all my memories

Empty shell in one quick motion

I become part of the ocean.

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