I float here in my sea,
dark, cold, and deep.
I cannot see the depths below,
Is something reaching up for me?

I feel no touch, no grasp, just cold,
As I float here in my sea.
Yet dread lingers in the silence.
Is something reaching up for me?

Will something rise to claim me,
And drag me to the murky deep,
Or will I float forever,
In my endless lonely sea?