Depression

Ice cold water trickling down my neck,
creeping under the collar of my raincoat.
Murky black ships on an inky grey line,
feet in the sand, watching them float.

Horizon, grey sky and grey water meet,
until my eyes close, I'll be drowning in grey.
The sand starts to swallow, I can't move my feet,
listening to the sea crash like glass in the bay.

Helpless now, I'm completely alone,
as the shore creeps closer towards me.
My mind and my body turn to cold charcoal stone,
smelling Death rolling smoothly over the sea.

Where are You now as I sink ever deeper?
all around me, the water that'll be my grave.
The dark holds me close as I sbmit to death, my Keeper,
tasting the dull bitter taste of the last wave.