Sentenced to the sea until it is no longer salty

A ship and a box are all I have to aid me in my journey

Inside the ship, is a boy

Stained by the brine that pours from his mind

Forever dripping from his colourless eyes

And leaving his skin in the same condition

Inside the box, is a hundred pulsating shards

They once formed something beautiful and harmonic

Now a tentacled mass controls the rhythm  of my blood

No longer do I yearn for the safety of home

Even if my boat shatters like the muscle in my box

I shall have no fear

Because I will learn to surf