The raft drifts, I'm so parched,
The sun rages, and every inch of me is marked;
My stomach shrivels, and my tongue swells,
I'm in incredible agony, akin to Hell.
My shipmates are gone, bedded down in Davy Jone's locker,
The sea beckons for me to join them, in a watery grave, without a marker;
To my memory, perhaps my kin will reminisce,
A lost soul, forever submerged within an endless abyss.
I can not escape a million nautical miles, a billion leagues,
Mermaids and sea serpents taunt me, and to my withered mind the spectacles fatigue;
What is real, I can not comprehend,
But verily, I understand...this is...the end.
