Lost


Set adrift by choices made,
my tiny boat spins in the waves.
Filling with dispair,
the harder i try the more I bail.
Anchor severed and sinking away
to host living things
on the ocean floor.

You have your world now
full of living things,
Why drag the dead girl
around in her boat of dreams?
Whispers of confidences
spoken in fear
all scattered to the wind now
for the ocean and the sky
to interpret for themselves.

Here comes the storm
to ravage my vessel
to cast the girl into the sea
where the living things
that take host on my anchor
eat whats left of my soul.