Far from the land of the alive,
I try to withstand the wind and tide,
As the salty air scars my memories,
my tear mingles with a fear
the fear of the deep blue infinity.
As seagulls cry in union
And as the water swells like a heaving bosoms
of mourning mothers,
who lost her son in the futile wars
I feel as death still beckons me
I feel my escape has failed
Like a beautiful mermaid,
It welcomes me into its deadly embrace,
suffocating and reeking of deception.
I am hungry like a beggar in a palatial buffet
I am thirsty like a bird of the sea.
Lonely as a grown up child,
I regret my dreams and decisions
I weep like a crocodile at my fate
But still a part of me puts on a brave face
whispering in the wind, torturous and vain.
That far from the land of the dead,
I sail alive, lonely and free.