Sink Rain Drops Crashing on my head Freezing water Numb Ear drums beating Yelling Praying Begging Help Voice fading out Hazy eyes Weakening Soon I am going to die Fight on Live for as long as I got No Why Only losers wish they had more time Let go No sense fighting Death Yes Now Sink Let the water rise Light dims No Surface Must live Swim Can’t let sleep begin So tired Shaken by the waves Strange Storm sounds like words Freed air rises to the ocean’s skin Eric Obame |