You are a weight.
A noose,
tethered to stone
dragging
down
to the deepest
dark.
The struggle
I know
is futile.
So I will
sink,
let you
drown me.
There,
in the great
below,
carrion
for those
that dwell
beneath.
Flesh stripped,
bleached bone.
Consumed.
In time,
when I am
one
with the sea,
I shall float,
slowly,
towards
the light
of a new
sun.
Reborn.