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
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
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
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