I broke the last poem apart and it turned into this

Just a 3 Hour Tour

How are you old friend?
This is your first
time underwater I see,
heed my advice now. Don’t trust your folly,
make friends with the fish, I tell you!
Why so frigid, old chum?
What has turned
you into this specter,
this lonely wraith. Who is this
moribund frame that floats
before me today. Its okay.... its okay....
weep my friend weep.

Don’t fret in the wake of your tribulations.
Trust in me for I have
turned the werewolf’s
blind eye he will not harm your
herd any longer. No longer
will you worry about such
trivial things. I have taken
all of that from you.

Its okay.... its okay comrade,
struggle, your slaving will
soon be over. So frail,
you look faded. It pains me
to watch you fail. Let me help,
let me deliver you
from this anguish.

Are you ready to let go? Here, here don’t
be ashamed it is only normal. Okay,
listen carefully now, try hard,
grasp one last breath, let the water
fill your lungs. Hush now old pal
it will all be over soon....

There, there don’t cry
my good man, don’t cry, just go on and give up.
Go on now, give in, go on, go now my friend,
it will be over soon.... trust in me

Look now is this not better,
you have finally shed
your skin. Do you not feel
this power. Oh, look! Did
you lose your stomach
on the way? Shhh, shhh my friend
its okay no need to worry
everything will be better soon.

How are you my friend?
My specter.
My wraith.
Is it good to be back?
Am I so ghastly now?