I lay in darkness
Protected under the crust
Free to float or sink as I wished
Or as the currents determined

But this state of being did not last
(I always knew it would not last)
The crust was broken, and cold hands
Scooped me up into this trap

Now i float no more
Nor do i sink
All is still within this prison
And to those like me
Stillness equals decay
Putrefaction
Death