Cursed Waters

I ain't never liked oceans.  'Specially them oceans with dark waters. Them's is cursed waters. 

It is not you, who is in control. 

your false sense of power; a rod with a line attached.

It is quite definitely the opposite. The ocean is fishing you. 

It is engulfing you.

I am but a feather off your wing, yet how is it that I  too sink?

Let me take your pain.

You are my butterfly, yet how is it that you drown?

Let me take your pain.

You taught me to swim, so how is it that you submerge?

Let me take your pain.

O, my dove they've clipped your wings. 

Let me take your pain.

Yet how is it that they crown you Poseidon? What a disgusting nickname.

Let me become your vessel.

So I tie my veins to the pier, I tear my heart out.

A sacrifice, I submerge myself to take your pain

my dear Seraph. 

The dark water tangles into my skin... seeps into my soul. 

Disgusting liquid grabs at my skin, passes through my sinuses.

I pass souvenirs of souls

I pass souvenirs of you

Hold my hand as I drown, my dove.

I pass 

Hold my hand.

Hold me.

The ocean spits me out.

The ocean took a part of me. My arteries still tied to the pier,

they corrode in the sun. The ocean eats my heart. 

The depths of the ocean ain't no place for a heart, 

and it ain't no place for a swan. 

I can't hear your song through the roarin' of all this cursed water... my muse. 

I hold my head in my hands

I can't hear your song.

Let me hear your song

One last time; my dove, my swan, my muse.. my everything.

Everything

and as I lay beached, the glare of angry onlookers burns through my vessel.

Oceans gives me a bad feel'n. Maybe that's the last time ol' Peggy left her house for a fit.

I don't deserve noth'n. I'll stay put where I know.

I'll hold my own, shaky, stubby, disgusting damned hand.

I'll carve oceans into my own damned back.