Help me, please, I'm sinking down an empty road,
The sea is black, an oblivion so narrow I cannot decode.
The waves are heavy and my breath is shortening with every second,
Braced against the ocean's sword of a deadly weapon.
A bilge-rat on a ship, the deep blue calls me near,
To call for canonfire that blasts my chest, the sea beckons to be seared.
The current is too strong, it grabs and drags me down below,
I am quaking, suffocating, in the emptiness from that shaking blow.
Oh, sink me now, the compass cannot show the way,
The blue is a mystery I've barely survived today.
Dead men tell no lies, nor truths can swallow hole,
Plundered by the ocean, and it's beauty that costs a tole.
It's deadly, I'm trapped beneath the surface,
I can't fathom myself a reason nor a purpose.
The ocean's coral is a riches I can't seem to reach,
As the canon fired through and the water made a breach.
I call help towards the mates who've withstood the briny deep,
With storms that rain hail and threaten all that weep.
So batten down the hatches, men, and hoist all the sails,
While I may sink here today, the dead men tell no tales.
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