Weights strapped to your lower legs
launched into the frigid pit
falling deeper into the stygian pool
your lungs filled to the very brim
no hope of avoiding the result
that this very moment has brought you to:
a salty death
You will choke and scream but no one will be there to hear
your pleas as the water will continue to enter your mouth,
deeper and deeper, you will cascade down into the darkness,
suffocated by the salty poison, wishing death would come
sooner.
All but Forgotten, you will sleep with the fishes,
they will engorge themselves on your rotting flesh,
unseen to humans eyes, where light cannot touch,
the bottom of the ocean that timeless abyss where
everything vanishes.
A salty death is what you get,
discarded of like human excrement
reused and reused,
nothing but fish food.