Sea of the Dead

I wrote this one with suicide in mind. The funny thing was that when I wrote the first three stanzas, I thought I was describing how my life felt, until the last one, where I realized the difference between life and the sea I was writing of. In life there is always hope. Read and enjoy.

Sinking
Cold hands pulling
Find the surface
Glimps of light
No need to breathe
When all is airless and dark

Sea of the Dead
No memories of life
Only centuries of fighting
Struggling
Strianing
For a glimpse of light

Cold hands pull
For all eternity
No use at all
Can't think for savage sounds of wails
Peirce the mind
Ravage the soul

Sinking
In the Sead of the Dead
Suicide was useless
This is worse than before