It's a feeling passed down from generation to generation.
That old poetic sense of the sea and the men doomed to fall to her powers.
I see it's signs upon the sky but make no attempt to retreat .

A storm like no other is bound to hit and in it's approach I only pour another and wait for it's wrath.
Doomed souls often laugh at there demise yet I prefer a smirk  and dead silence.
I cant stop it and honestly I've grown to tired to run.

Why avoid the jaws of the tiger when you can embrace the wings of a dragon?
And that vice I have chased far to long.
Collapsed veins and cold showers shock no longer fix the solution so why not
just say **** it all instead?

Your no longer the shark amongst the fish my friend your more the forgotten fool
bound for the depths.
Have I lost it now gone to far that the surface is but a dream I've lost in nightmare's
far to long to recall.

Don't look for warning signs simply look my way and understand.  

There's a limit one can only push so far .
I view the storm upon the horizon  yet I will no longer run.

For one last stand is not in my cards.
But I'm dam sure up for one last round.