The man who held my mind for me
Died the other day
He sailed a burning ship toward moonlight reflected on the water
But never got close enough
To swim in pallid lunar tides

So he just drowned
And the saddest thing about him is that
He's part of me forever by my hands
And the saddest thing about him is that
He’s part of me in more than just the honor of his name

I let him search for what he could never find
I let him sink, I left him behind
I left him bеhind, or so I thought

But then he washed up on shorе
A corpse in heart alone
His face was made of glass
The vision of apathy breathing

Kiss me one more time before I fall
Into pitch cold darkness
One day I will never move again
But make no mistake

My chest will still rise with shallow breath
Though the gloss in my eyes will mimic death