| The voices are silent echoes. |
| This is the hardest part.
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| The water’s up to our ankles with no sign of letting up.
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| But I’m still climbing out.
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| I always meant to tell you that I never meant you harm in this life.
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| I’ll have to wait until the next to make things right.
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| I’m tapping s.o.s. |
| codes on the wall, but this is as far as it goes.
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| I’m writing my regret notes from the heart.
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| I never loved you, you know.
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| Because I’m riding a lie and I’m writing a lie.
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| I took a chance and we’re paying for the lie.
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| I’m writing «I know the fault’s all mine», but please stay strong.
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| If they remember me,
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| will they forget the meaning of why I came so far to drown?
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| I’m forgetting it myself.
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| I find I’m staring at these rusty bolts this hatch was attached to.
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| My eyes are glued. |
| This coffin moves, angled down.
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| The skeletal walls are brittle. |
| The salt corrodes it off.
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| Your spent oxygen fogs the metal.
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| You’re taking greedy breaths from us but I forgive you all. |