Abyssal Depths - The Acacia Strain

No one showed to see

The scraps of who I used to be

Burial at sea

Trust the waves, not the worms, to take me

Shipwrecked staring into the abyss

Bid farewell, I won’t be missed

Bleed in the blackness, breathe in the salt

Treading water for no reason at all

Drifting deep without a sound

Hoping I am never found

Answer the call of the grave

The coffin sank below the waves

Pieces pulled apart before they are rotten

Gone before I reach the bottom

Any trace of my existence erased

The coffin sank below the waves