Drowning on the Shores of Sleep

Drowning--not a peaceful thing
In the depths the dying sing
Their dreadful pleas descend into the deep
Floating towards the eternal sleep
Their last painful gurgle--a dreadful tune
Sinking, like the call of the graceful loon
Echoing their heart's lament, the waves drone
Pushing and pulling their aching bones
Begging on crooked, breaking knees
They worship the wicked, taunting seas
Their morose cries reverberate in a seashell
Listen with muted tongue--their horrors it will tell

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