Ship me out to sea within water of hopeless woe,
Death follows our voyage, as a single black crow,
Lost in this hateful serpent's lair,
Happiness in this syndicate has become rare,
Classical music in the background, of a picture perfect sunset,
Darkness covers the postcard image, sadly it's my regret,
Darkness is an asylum, the sounds of screams and drills,
Shimmering yellow eyes pass as the water crinkles,
Staring from the bow, of this man-made masterpiece,
Starlight shows the wounders of the ocean set to freeze,
If only you could see me now,
And on my life I claim my final vow,
Out of the depths of the frozen asylum where strangers fear to tred,
It's time like these, When its all beautiful, I truly wish I was dead,
For word cannot decribe the kaptivating emotions that shackle me to this life,
So hear me god, My final plight, may the blissful moon be you knife,
And sky turn to red, I'm released from this inhuman imprisonment some call a gift,
In a sea of blood and agony, eternally my heart shall drift.