Paragraphed

Anchors away, thrown away, please get away. Chained around my ankle ((a ball and chain, not quite yet)) I sink farther down, deeper down, past the sunlight and the waves, to a place where the water is so still that you can see yourself in it. If you could see it all. As if, since light is no longer with you, with me. On and on, I sink farther still, life and oxygen slipping from my lips, trailing bubbles behind in front of blind eyes, restless inside, dead outside, cold and alone. The anchor still slip-slip-slipping away, pulling me away from everything I knew. From life, from love, from all the potential I was always promised, that I was always guaranteed. Close your eyes ((were they even open?)), open your mouth for one last surprise, mouth out the words in a desperate attempt to mark your demise, just forget it all and forgive them for their lies. Reach out but look within, try to repent for all your sins, but it's already too late, you just give in and

inhale