The shipwreck waits on the ocean floor
Unmoving but between the doors
That separate happiness and gore
And it's slowly growing more sore.
Its sides are battered, tossed around
Thrown onto the cold, hard ground
Years ago, it was safe and sound
But it was struck, it sunk, and fell right down.
Its parts are splintered, scattered about
Framed by an everlasting pout
The water hushes its unending shout
And fills it with toxic; poisonous doubt.
Glimpsed from above but once or twice
They try to whisper scarce advice
They don't understand, they're hardly nice
For it lost the bet with a roll of a dice.
It's examined under telescopes
No one wants to venture close,
They're scared of receiving a dose
Of pain and horror from the crashing boats.
A tragic scene, but nothing to you
It's beyond repair, they don't have a clue
It's desperately looking for something to do
But it's all alone, will never be renewed.
She's at her lowest, with nowhere to be
Her emotions clash like you and me
But now she's a wreck and paying the fee
All that's left is a chest without a key.
