Apart from this torn wreckage
a leaking, sinking ship.
My mind waits so desperately
with water to my hips
I know the compass lied
although i cannot place
whether i was your captain
or just your hungry mate
~
They throw me rope for safety
but i have no powered strength
the waters to my neck now
and i'm numbing to this pain.
I know the truths inside you
but you're negligent to say.
i was never your captain
but, a starving hungry mate
~
we're entering into depths now
that i always feared so cold.
it's more than just a test out
the waters over flowed
and i hold this breath inside me
to meet you at the floor
in hopes that you'd be waiting
For your captain washed ashore.