SicknessTwisting snakes around the stomach,coiled and recoiled deep inside,wrapped around anything within.Pulling themselves higher. Trying to get out.struggling to be free as I force them back.Foul snakes.If they can't diethen they shall liewithin their pit forever.Even if it is in me.
Skeletal StruggleSickand stillslowly slinking on.SlowAlways slow.because of the sickness.So sleepy.mustn't sleep.So sleepy...
A Sailor's MournLost my ship at sea,I wonder where she'd beif i still had her now.I wonder where she'd be.If i still stood on her bow,I wonder where she'd beif i could have saved her somehow.I wonder.
A Deadly Nightthe darkest night will soon fallfollowed by the raven's callechoing on through the nightas the wind carries it all.All the whispers and the jokesall the mist and all the smokeentwined together within the nightto make it's victims start to choke.