I was the captain of my ship.
I promised nothing to no one but the sea,
kept my heart in my chest and my chest
in my eternal grave.
You were a siren.
Your song captivating me until I could not read the stars above.
You cast me overboard with my crew while
tempest waves crashed under a dead North Star.
Splintered the bow and tore my sails,
you sunk my ship faster than I could drown.
My lungs filled with water just as the sun rose,
but I could see nothing and feel nothing.
Now I am an anchor at the bottom of the sea,
tied to nothing but an empty tomb in an endless trench.