Knuckles chained as you walk the plank Circling that pitch black riff Scornful laughs from their skiff A red thin trail, what's that prey veil? A sudden grin, the first pale fin Shadows grow, numerous, from below Lurking for the chunks of bait Lusting jaws act dead straight Amid these waves, no God can save One thrust, you're down But you're not dropped to drown You're fed to sharks A brief moments, your surface up Hopeful gleams rise But with the next wave You're staring death right in its eyes Let loose, farewell life Scrunched by a thousand knives Limbs wash up to rot