This vessel to which I am bound, it wakens
To a world where misery lays, profound;
In its path are broken smiles, forsaken,
And trailing hands that tell of unheard sounds.

Lost in this place of wretched lights blaring,
I hear words of comfort and derision -
Voices that are lost to senses failing.
To the scream that follows, none shall listen.

Musings, dreams - they come and go, ebbing so;
Waves of grey that **** me in, detained colour
Washed ashore a beach with sands that swallow.
Here, those thoughts beset me: now, forever.

As the haze falls, the memories beckon me,
Hands now numb as they reach for nobody.