(Apologies never actually wrote a poem before)

We're stuck in the depths.
Taking our last breaths

We tried in doubt of fear.
However impaled just like a spear.

Wounded, we carried on.
Only fate to sweep us gone.

The warm blood escaped like a bundle of sweatshirts,
Was nothing but a meer haux from our diverts.

Laying down lifeless.
We accepted it's virus.