I open my mouth
And try to scream,
But no sound comes out.
Instead, my mouth fills
With the taste of salt.
I look up
And I see a face,
A twisted grin as it stares back down at me.
My world grows distant
As a struggle for a breath,
I fight for another moment in life
But even as I fight,
My world grows black.
The river stained red
Flows into the ocean,
Taking away the pain
Of yesterday.
I lay
Washed up on shore,
Dead,
Drowned,
Murdered.
