Wet grave
Sinking....Floating....
Another body. Like me?
Sinking down into the darkness
A welcoming darkness
My breath is fading out of existence
My body can no longer defeat the surface
That cold surface, I know all too well
I'm sinking, no longer floating above
It's wet, heavy, and my eyes can now rest
in this fading part of another life
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