So while floating adrift in the water, and looking at my hands in the water, my morbid brain thought up a poem about drowning. So here it is for your creepy pleasure.
Splashing cold
Splashing fun
Till inky blackness steals the sun
The weight of all that is to be
Crashes down all over me
Till there is nothing but the cold
A quiet that breaks every mold
Nothing left
Nothing gained
Nothingness is what remained
Always yours,
Lady X
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