i like how the sunset goes down..
melts into my golden skin
and cuts my arm
but I’m still away from harm
i like how the sea looks when it’s at night
my cuts and burns still give me fright
but I am the sailor of this ship
with me in command, no one trips
no one dares to cut my arms for fuel
but gone they are
every sunset, melting on the fire
the fire hums beneath the floor
it asks for more, and more, and more
i fed it names, i fed it faces
echoes lost in burning places
but i am the sailor of this ship
i hold the wheel with steady grip
the boat slows down, and stops
there’s nothing left for me to use
so i step closer to the flame,
and it forgets i had a name.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
i like how the sunset goes down..
melts into my golden skin
and cuts my arm
but I’m still away from harm
i like how the sea looks when it’s at night
my cuts and burns still give me fright
but I am the sailor of this ship
with me in command, no one trips
no one dares to cut my arms for fuel
but gone they are
every sunset, melting on the fire
the fire hums beneath the floor
it asks for more, and more, and more
i fed it names, i fed it faces
echoes lost in burning places
but i am the sailor of this ship
i hold the wheel with steady grip
the boat slows down, and stops
there’s nothing left for me to use
so i step closer to the flame,
and it forgets i had a name.
control.. or not?
