"Drowning July"
The waves are up to my knees now,
and I'm
writing you a song with my last breath.
It's all water out to the
horizon,
a sinking boat and a water logged guitar,
Somber out
of tune music drifts over the quiet sea.
The ocean waits
patiently for my voice to fill the air.
All is deathly still as
the water floods in.
So silent I can hear the rasp of air in my
lungs,
The last signal flare has been launched,
the hurricane
has robbed me of a life raft.
So I wait here on deck to
drown,
but I'm not afraid to die,
and I'm not afraid of the
silence
I'm more afraid for you.
The waves are up to my
shoulders now.
The boat falls away, and this guitar is all
that floats.
My voice falls away, devoured by the overwhelming
calm,
The sky falls away, the water covers my eyes
All sound
falls away, no funeral dirge accompanying me to the deep.
My
breath falls away, but I do not think of you,
I only hear the
silence, only think of the darkness.