Lapping over my toes,
I see the crimson tides,
Awash with salty velvet tint,
What tragedy do they hide?
Someone screams, very loud,
A body floats to shore,
Did the pain become too much,
Could they take no more?
A fall is hardly likely,
The knife reveals a wound,
Will the killer get away,
Or will they yet be found?
A fated last ditched effort,
To heal the growing gap,
Has left one poor soul floating,
They couldn't see the trap.
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