Sailing on a swinging little pendulum—
like an anchor dropped in my heart,
locked tightly in the heavy arms and
tangled softly, messily in the hair.

But I was on the ship that heads
towards Death's sinking island to just
watch it all crumble while I drown myself
in my own ocean I call misery.

O, the fool I was; very greatly so:
the blank, loud echoing words ran through while I
pause the time to recall distant memories.