Stricken with a disease at sea
One antidote can't cure
Fallen
Upon this cold wooden deck
Shivering
As the ship faces strong winds
Knowing my time on earth will end
Barricaded away from the crew
No one will talk for months
After I'm gone
Has my soul been called upon by rough sea?
A light is opening near
Blurring my vision
My breath thins
Gasping
Once lived a transcendental life
But poisoned by seaweed
Slowly falling into a slumped
That will not awaken me
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 6:03 AM UTC
Stricken with a disease at sea
One antidote can't cure
Fallen
Upon this cold wooden deck
Shivering
As the ship faces strong winds
Knowing my time on earth will end
Barricaded away from the crew
No one will talk for months
After I'm gone
Has my soul been called upon by rough sea?
A light is opening near
Blurring my vision
My breath thins
Gasping
Once lived a transcendental life
But poisoned by seaweed
Slowly falling into a slumped
That will not awaken me