Chloe's eyes were brown as chocolate, as dark as Death.

Chloe's hair was blonde as sunshine, it turned black the deeper she went, deep in the depth.

Chloe's hands were as light as mine, but turned shriveled

Chloe had no coffin, the sea was her grave, her arms weren't big enough to grasp for air...too little.

But Chloe knows how I stood there, eyes flashing

Chloe knows how I would not jump in

I think Chloe hates how my future's everlasting

But I can't feel for her, she drowned.

My ears go deaf from screaming, from tears brimming with blood and salt.

My face turns red from smacking, displaying my obvious fault.

How I couldn't save a sister, and offer her salvation

But I am not the God of Chloe. She's not real anymore.

Chloe gave up her chance to live, as water chased down her throat. Chloe vomited her last secret, as Chloe began to choke.

I can't feel for Chloe, she is not real

I can't feel for Chloe, then I won't be able to feel

I can't feel for Chloe, I can't feel for Chloe

I can't feel. Going through the waters, washed up through the waves. Why can't Chloe fight back?

She's not real, he can't feel, where her head pounced and the blood flew, poison flows through that crack.