The wet sand,
Between my toes,
My feet,
Dragged across it, 
My eyes,
Glued to the ocean.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it? 
I should have thought,
But however,
I couldn’t make myself think of it like that,
I couldn’t bring myself to think of the ocean,
The gloomy, ghastly seas,
Where the complete unknown lived, 
Like that,
Especially since I knew what could be found there,
What was hidden in the deepest corners,
The things which had scarred only me.

A grey sky of darkness now bellowed over me,
Reflecting on how I was feeling on the inside,
The thoughts rushing in and out of my head,
My extremely wrong actions,
The actions I would regret entirely for the rest of my life.
Maybe I should have stayed there,
Hidden in the seas,
Hidden away,
Forever to eternity, 

At least then the people around me would be safe,
They wouldn’t have to worry,
Worry about death,
Coming for them,
So unexpectedly,
So early,
So undeserved!

But what was done was done,
The blood had been on my hands,
Yes, it had,
However, it was washed away now,
By the not so pretty ocean
By the harsh salt waters it carried,
And the devouring, hungry waves,
Which also took,
The bodies I stole the souls of,
Away for good,
Under the waters of the not so pretty ocean.