When Dead Ship Call Your Name
Sunshine of broken and frozen eloquent pie
What if voices die with last bursting hangman’s lie?
Should I wait or pick the more benevolent side?
I travel inside — your minds can not define,
I see the trouble that stirs,
The prelude into unholy divide.
Should I wait or take your cheap, worthless hide,
So you can die finally, gracefully, somewhere there, deep ins…
