The oceans beck and call,
"Come to me!" they say,
While waves foam at my feet.
The waves are black and rolling,
They are churning and unforgiving.
They will take me away
If anything more than my toes
Touches the sinister water.
"Come to me!" The water calls.
It surges and tickles my toes.
The salt seems to laugh but in
The most sinister and evil way.
The wet sand squishes and it
Holds me in place.
I hear a siren song out on the water.
The waves churn and roll violently.
"Come to me!" They scream.
They each want me to step
Into the thieving waters.
These waters have claimed
The lives of sailors and captains,
And dragged those lost at sea
To the unknown depths.
"Come to me!" they scream louder
So I take a step in
And let the waves surge around me
In the pitch blackness of the Night.
I want to leave this place,
To be among the stingray and sharks.
Among the sailors and those
Who were lost at sea.
Forgive me for leaving.
And for feeling no great remorse.
For the black ocean waters
Are kinder than the surface.
I have no one to love,
Nor do I have anyone
Who wants me to stay.
So I step further into the water
And I let the ocean claim me.
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