A willing departure from this sea.

[clawsofangst16]

I was never right to sail
Into the maelstrom
Head on.
May this tolling of the bells
Serve fair warning
Through the dawn
That has come to shine her eyes
This my wreckage
Upon
This my broken splintered body
Spit from the maelstrom
Quartered and drawn

A veteraned sailer I’ve
A rusted mind
A tired heap
A withering heart
Sentenced
Between the devil and the deep
Above the water
Though
What a beautiful sight to see
And yet not a crew
Nor a captain
Was I ever his to keep.

Every ship must sail on
Tho her portholes
May be empty
Tho her galley
Never warm and full
Or serving brewed tea
So, left port I did with haste
To the north
atlantic sea
Alone and empty cabins
And a tunnage
Far too great

I was never right to sail
Into the maelstrom
Head on.
But my eyes of ship
Were blinded
By the tears of my lonely song
And as I bravely let it take me
I sent no morse code
signals along
For if any sailor
Would have heard
He’d’ve heard me long go wrong

So, when dawn finds
My wrecked vessel
Torn into the beach
Her eyes of light
Will be blinded
By the tears of my lonely speech
But this is all of my voice
This is as far as my voice
Will reach
THIS is the humble
hole in my hull
THIS is my baleful doleful breach.