The dock weeps the song of the chilled waters;
Staining the air with stale salt and wetwood with every croak.
Street lights peer ominously
through brume that sits on the Earth.
My heart is a fist.
Mesmerized
Were the Captain went down with his ship.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
The dock weeps the song of the chilled waters;
Staining the air with stale salt and wetwood with every croak.
Street lights peer ominously
through brume that sits on the Earth.
My heart is a fist.
Mesmerized
Were the Captain went down with his ship.
