Drowning

How beautiful it would be
To let the water wash over me.
To have it cleanse my skin, my dying soul,
And to heal my heart, this burning hole.

How curious it would look
To have the ocean be but a feeble crook.
To marvel at its brilliant power,
And to suffer from its crashing tower.

How glorious it would feel
To discover none of this is real.
To know that we can't be together,
And to believe this pain won't last forever.

And how serene it would stay
To the people I've seemed to betray.
To those who think I'm selfish and weak
And the ones who capture all what they seek.

So let the water wash over me.