Do you remember the time you fell?

Down to the depths of Hell?

I knew I couldn’t reach your icy fingers,

The blistered chill on my spine still lingers.

I tried so hard to dampen your scream,

It was your last breath so was it mean?

But the sea chose you, it wasn’t my call,

Pulling you under to end it’s holy pall.

Seaweed gagged your menacing throat,

Painful choke on salt water, no time to float.

Whipped up spray of seizure foam,

Dragging you down to a place called home.

Your face in my mirror, every time I look,

Shutting you away with an opened book.

Turn the page of blossoming petalled hair,

Oh look: you were never really there.

I don’t blame myself for the kidnapper,

If anything I feel a little happier.

But if I return on that fateful day,

I know my guilt will drag me under away.

So let’s try this weakened experiment,

I’ll wave to Satan when he brings Hell sent.

I feel watery fingers tugging on my leg,

Goodbye Earth, I’m bounded dead