Paper cuts seem shallow at first
But when the salt rubs in,
It’s hard to hide that they hurt
And now you want to numb the pain
But when the water pushes through,
You let it seep into these wounds again
Once the waterline is crossed, however,
There’s no point in your charade.
Sinking deep in the depths of the sea,
Why bother acting unafraid?
Clawing at the last sighting light.
You picked in confidence and then lost your fight.