This vessel to which I am bound, it wakens To a world where misery lays, profound; In its path are broken smiles, forsaken, And trailing hands that tell of unheard sounds.
Lost in this place of wretched lights blaring, I hear words of comfort and derision - Voices that are lost to senses failing. To the scream that follows, none shall listen.
Musings, dreams - they come and go, ebbing so; Waves of grey that suck me in, detained colour Washed ashore a beach with sands that swallow. Here, those thoughts beset me: now, forever.
As the haze falls, the memories beckon me, Hands now numb as they reach for nobody.