My ship is sinking The ship I built is falling into cold waters The ship I steered is being swallowed by the sea My ship sinking My men are dying And I, the captain, will fall with his vessel
This vessel has run her course And she is accepted into the icy water Where the men will surely die As their lungs fill with water Few will survive the icy tide And I, the captain, will fall with his vessel
In the cold open ocean Hell has been realized As I hear horrid screams And see floating corpses The men of this mighty ship Have fallen with their vessel
I, the captain, has ran his ship to her death Where she will fall into icy waters Never to sail again Always to be lost at sea And I dream of a land A land I will never see
When my body hits the water I feel cold for but a moment Then a numbing feeling takes And I float in the lukewarm water Never to walk or breathe again I, the captain, has fallen with his vessel
Then I sink into the lukewarm water Struggling to breathe again My lungs ached, my body pained And I knew I would not breathe again In reflex, I inhaled And in came flowing waters
My lungs filled with water and salt My throat, mouth, and lungs sting Stinging with the burning of the salt water Until my eyes shut Never to open again As I, the captain, had fallen with his vessel
I wrote this poem one night when I couldn't sleep. At night when you can't sleep, everything seems to be depressing and terrible, that is how this poem came to be