You’re standing on a dock, eyeing a sinking ship It almost made it to safety too You watch as the crew fight to sail it to shore Something stings at you sharply as you witness their futile struggle You cant see the captain onboard Maybe he, like you, knows  that it is inevitable Trembling, eyes welling, you stand frozen Helpless, motionless –Death doesnt hurt, not quite as much as succumbing to it does