My boat is broken.
Pieced together from shipwrecks I've caused
Pieced together with the wretched lives I've taken.
Ancient decrepit wood
nailed on in disjointed configurations.
Puzzle pieces that don't quite fit right.
My flags are tattered and torn
black, and ghostlike
barely strung together
and hanging from mangled masts.
On the bow is a twisted Stygian crow
holding an ancient quill pen
bleeding obsidian black ink into the ocean
surrounding my boat
Turning the water as black as the death I cause
The air surrounding my ship is an icy cold blue air
almost too thin and cold to breath.
I am Cap'n Ghost Lee Waters.
long black tangled beard
hollow sunken eyes rimmed with aching death.
I move in frozen desecrations and icy darkness
I move towards you with murderous intent
And soon you will be within my grip
And you will feed my ship.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
My boat is broken.
Pieced together from shipwrecks I've caused
Pieced together with the wretched lives I've taken.
Ancient decrepit wood
nailed on in disjointed configurations.
Puzzle pieces that don't quite fit right.
My flags are tattered and torn
black, and ghostlike
barely strung together
and hanging from mangled masts.
On the bow is a twisted Stygian crow
holding an ancient quill pen
bleeding obsidian black ink into the ocean
surrounding my boat
Turning the water as black as the death I cause
The air surrounding my ship is an icy cold blue air
almost too thin and cold to breath.
I am Cap'n Ghost Lee Waters.
long black tangled beard
hollow sunken eyes rimmed with aching death.
I move in frozen desecrations and icy darkness
I move towards you with murderous intent
And soon you will be within my grip
And you will feed my ship.
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