I'm not the same guy that I was way back then on that night in July

sometimes things we say just go too                                      far

in the wake of my sinking ship

you the dark and twisting sea before me

i have succumbed to your grasp 

bury me in your waves

drown me in everything you have

i am losing the need for air

breaths have come, far less desperate

resurfacing has lost its place among my options

under your depths is where I belong