Pulled Below, Drownin’ Alone

Runnin’ deep in the river’s spine, The surface gleams but won’t confide. The tide’s a mirror, rippled lies— Reflections mock what I deny. The crowd's a blur, their faces pale, They wouldn't mourn, they wouldn't wail. Their laughter fades, a hollow sound, Would they even care if I had drowned? The undertow hums a dirge I’ve always known, Pulling me further—, further from the shore of flesh and bone. And. I’m. DROWNIN'!— Drownin' through what I can’t define. Caught between the weight and the flow, And. I. LET. GO!— (And. I. LET. GO!—) Into the stillness, where it feels like mine. (feels like mine............) I'M DROWNIN'!— I'M DROWNIN'!— I'M DROWNIN'!— The current wraps around my chest, Its grip unyielding, I can’t protest. Each breath dissolves, a fleeting strain, The world above begins to wane. The reeds entwine, they pull, they bind, I lose the fight, and peace I find. They wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t see, The waters swallowing all of me. The world around begins to blur, Each thought undone, no more to stir. The life I knew begins to fray, The air grows thin, the light turns grey. The weight consumes, I can’t contend— ......and..... I’m. DROWNIN'!— Drownin' through what I can’t define. Caught between the weight and the flow, And. I. LET. GO!— (And. I. LET. GO!—) Into the stillness, where it feels like mine. (feels like mine............) I'M DROWNIN'!— I'M DROWNIN'!— I'M DROWNIN'!—