- Cutting The Rest of The Frayed Lines Slack With Pointed Rust -
- They Fell and Tangled Into Themselves, Isolating Him From Entirety -
He Pushes a Little Wooden Craft into Water Rippled
With The Night, and Climbs Into The Unsturdiness.
- The Ripples Take Him From The Shore -
Subtle Pieces of Jagged Rock mould themselves Into
Shadows, Underneath the Crescent of The Horizon.
- Voyage to the Dark -
He Can't Stop Thinking, He Can Never Stop Thinking.
Even in The Middle of Nothing He is Laced with Thought.
- Weight of Life -
It Burdens Him With The Tremendous Knowledge That
He is Forced To Live, Misunderstood By Love.
- Camels Spine Snaps -
Purposely Damning His Own Vessel By Stabbing The
Floor Repeatedly in Large Thought out Punctures.
- Influx of Grief -
Drowning, Drowning, Drowning in His Little Wooden Boat
All Strewn Through With The Holes of His Ill Intent.
- Drinking Salt -
Struggling and Fighting The Liquid Soaks into His Lungs,
His Hands Start to Move Slower, His Legs Give Way.
- Ceaseless Struggle -
His Body Shuffles and Slumps Up Against The Stern,
His Vision Focuses on the Light Silking Through the Air.
- Radiating The Sink Holes -
When The Sea Had Finished Rippling, The Stars Were No
Longer Distorted and Cast Themselves upon it's Surface.
- Replicating Them Perfectly -
His Little Wooden Corpse Carrying Boat, all Strewn Through
With Holes, But Surrounded By Light, It'll Carry Him Forever...
- ...Sailing Between Two Skies -