I press this imaginary gun to my temple
And pray to any gods that can hear
"Please calm the storm of my mind"
The sea I sail so violent and choppy
I could capsize at any moment
Without warning
Drowning on the thoughts
"I need air!"
That one still moment
As I breath in the water
And sink
In a sailors grave
So deep that I do not know which way is up
The darkness consuming my soul
A thousand imaginary creatures
Stripping the flesh from my bones
Just to be reanimated
Brought back from death
To suffer the same fate each day