Dying on the Ocean Floor

An endless scream, howls in the night,
the waves of the ocean beats.
Toward the deck, she runs in fright,
Before his task completes.

She is soaking in a small white dress,
ripped by a hungry knife.
She can keep running, but without success,
There is no chance of life.

She can hear him come, coming near,
his steps running fast.
She can feel the sweat, tight and clear,
This will no longer last.

The boat is coming to an end,
She has no where to go.
She is tired and weak, she can't defend,
What he does not know.

She puts her hands around her waist,
protects the unborn boy.
He does not know what he chased,
What he is about to destroy.

He's coming closer, now he's here,
she can feel his smelly breath.
She can feel the unmistaken feeling of fear,
This is their ending death.

He takes her arms, and kiss her lips,
whisper gently "Goodbye".
He lifts her up, around her hips,
and says "This is your time to die."

She can't protest and fakes a smile,
"It's not worth it anymore."
She flies just for a little while,
Before dying on the ocean floor.