FIRST

I woke up crying, and I remember exactly why
Our ship was going down
This time, deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea
I knew the enemy was close, closer than the thought of the passing waves
I and one other of all the men survived the loss of our vessel
The ferociousness of the sea ships were going down to
There, far left, there was land, but closer — not land
The enemies themselves
Watching us swim — we’ve started swimming options
When the crew member went forward towards the bow of the vessel — I joined
We jumped on the water and swan closer to land, when we saw men behind us
Blonde German men and women — they turn — staring at us
At for me and the man who survived with me
The option to flee had evaporated
Being swung aboard into the vessel by the enemies’ raised arms, I saw her
She smiled to see me, but we both knew all she wanted was to watch me drown
I couldn’t believe my luck — our ship was going down and there she was
Deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea
Why wouldn’t it be ok? I guess today would’ve been a good day to drown
But the Germans had a plan for us
We were lucky that day — felt as if I had been fished from the sea at night
But I wasn’t  — the games would begin at sunrise
That night, I yearned for nothing more than to be closer to you — but I was left alone
One day, refusing to entertain, refused to let the guard down and serve them what they most desired
Instead — proved itself to be untouchable and paradoxically earned their respect
As finally escaped a particularly adamant man’s vessel — closer
I found myself by her side, again, but now
not withholding contempt — in fear of her love — of her touch
In this, I fear — I caused their distaste for her — our own downfall
How long did she survive their games before my arrival?
The game began, the sun strong, the tide stronger
It was that one by one, we had to swim across the sides of the vessels
At an L angle, 90 degrees from the bow, one single shot would be targeted at the turn
If you could swim out swiftly and return without being hit, well — you would live to swim again
I was placed last that day — having now recalled
My crew member was shot on the first night
When he said something that the Germans didn’t like
Then, I’ve learned we were not the only ones
I was the second to last now — the game had just gotten to a beauty
There, I notice a pattern — three seconds before the shot
Just fake the third stroke — slow down on the second — one could avoid the sniper
He as the one before, performed beautifully — she was next
I just believed she could do this — she thought it too
I saw her motion the cycle, the breath of shot versus stroke in her eyes 
With a nodding chin I looked at her and almost joked
It is said — you know, I’m not a great swimmer
I say — don’t get me wrong, I’m entirely a swimmer, but no great swimmer
Then I noted the seriousness in her eyes, the way the corners of her mouth turned
And I added, I just want to tell you that I love you — I always have — always will
She jumps — now — into the water — performs just as I would have her
Missing the clipping shots by cutting just short of her third stroke — as I would
Raising her heel high to view me — there was a second shot — she needs to be forgotten
Her body convulsed — she turned to the side in a fetal position
They’ve ignored their own rules — it all had changed
A third shot, another small hole had pierced straight through as she regained composure
Swimming back to the vessel’s side — bleeding one mistake at a time
Wounds deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea
The German men pushed us — bleeding prisoners — aside — pushing her off
Punching her off — shouting still  — for her bloody help — her bleeding attention
I snuck through a crowd to see the man from the night before
Now a large blonde curls calling to kill her  — her forgotten touch  — her lost love
The fellow German, the girl I saw before, questioned, but this is not how the game goes
However, she answered, she must learn discipline — discipline and will — I’m here
I could no longer see her, the crowd rushed in — I suddenly felt guilty
Alone, as I stood as desired as she was by these murderers
Coming towards me, chanting — she’s dead — she’s dead
As our captures — my captures — moved closer to her
Lost tears in the sea of injustice
deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea
If I had not awoken, not sobbing in pure pain — despair from the loss
The loss of you that night — the Germans — dammed Germans
I know I would have found myself jumping behind you — drowning
Risking the shots, risking being caught by the Germans  — risking drowning
in desire — in love — in despair — until there was nothing left
Just to hold your body one more time — my despair desiring your love
Drowning together until deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea
Where your love kept me
Deeper than the deep dark blue depths of the sea