The Killings of the 7 Seas
To the sailors lost at water...
Does being seen by angels mean you’re gone?
Is giving up on giving seen as sin?
As long as I am here and living,
You will have to be forgiving,
If nothing is the same after I’m gone.
If every smile and tear is worth so much,
Why is it that I cry and noone cares.
For years you’ve been my source of killing,
Why’s this anger so fullfilling?
When everything around me turns to ash.
While you can guess and guess my thought,
I can see frustration in your eyes.
And there is nothing there but feeling,
And your silly, damn believing,
That it all will be alright.
Can you spare me the emotion,
Giving me the deep blue ocean,
Seeing that it never leads me anywhere but here.
For days, and months and years of living,
Truly, never been achieving,
Anything but this distasteful kidding of a life.
(2015)
