LOST AT SEA
I lay upon my bed
A boat on a splintered ocean
Beneath the plaster sky
Lit by a 40 watt moon
As I hear the ghosts of sailors
Call from their watery graves
While the voice of an angry wind
Rises like an unseen beast
And soon I feel the tempest
Of a dark disturbing dream
Dragging me to a place
Unmarked on any map
Where the stars above are strangers
That cannot guide me home
That only lead me further
Toward a shore without a name
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