Vahrzaw

The Vast Sea of Suffering

Vahrzaw


In desperation I have sunk 
Failure is the weight that anchors me 
To ungodly ways 
In the murky depths is where I'm lodged 
A rotting, ill-made vessel 
Sentenced to the waves, stripped bare by the gale 
Out there, above, the ships pass in the night 
Far beyond the great sea, their destination lies 
These rags of filth and webs of dark times 
Let me sneer at understanding 
Madness, winding about me in ribbons 
Reason is devoured, like the ill-vessel to the waves 
A wound deep in the bowels of a barren sea 
This unholy cathedral of sickness...