I can remember that I was held under
Long enough for my lungs to tear themselves asunder.
I can remember trying to fight back,
Without any breath, my body just a sack.
I can remember that I screamed and screamed,
Screamed so long I thought I dreamed
The time without screaming, the drowning and pain,
Screamed until I broke, I was no longer sane.
Then, if I’m right, I think I died,
I… I think I actually died.
If I died… Then am I a ghost?
Doomed to wander this bleak coast.
I remember my death. What now?
I can’t stay, I must move on? But how?