His mutters ran out like sand.

This ship is steady
this ship is steady
this ship isn't steady
this ship was never steady.
I cannot tell who is more broken,
this ship or the captain.

I know we're at riptide,
I can feel the pressure of the waves crushing my chest.
The ocean never understood love,
maybe that's why she consumes all that has loved,
all that has felt warmth.

What a delicate heart to meet the sharp tip of anger,
the crushing anguish of fear,
the drowning waters of sorrow,
the restless monsters residing in the skull.