Emerald Bay (Prionace Glauca) - Giant Squid

I swore I saw you sitting on my bow

With a foot long smile trying to convince me

That it’s okay to give into the waves

And that I wouldn’t feel a thing

When the hounds of the sea start to take apart me ending my suffering

If I should pour the rest of my bottle overboard will it sting the eyes?

Those black eyes staring up at me from behind all those teeth?

Or should I save the last sip for my frozen gut and my blue lips?