Whirlpools

Is it time for everything to stop yet

Is it time to end the songs yet

Is it time for this throat to heal its scarring set

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Has morning arrived in all its glory

Has the sky turned a shade bit zany

Tell the storms to subside and the winds to stop blowing and slumber beneath the waters briny

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Stomach churn, breath constrict

I tore the wheel and left the ship derelict

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And the pebbles I swallow every day to remind my mortal cage

Exactly how to float above water to write another page

Found themselves so helpless in the whirling pool of

Elixirs I took and the blood from my wounds

A drop of painkiller they measured in spoons

Washed down with acid ever so rough

And thus doth the captain go down with the ship

See you on a sunnier, calmer end of the trip

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I went to the bar and drank cocktails on doctor’s orders

And pray for arrival of revival’s heralders

Seems they have yet to complete their cyclical course

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I stave and stall total mental derail

Who knows what mortal dreams of prevail

Wall my sartorial self before it gets feral

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The mast had broken and the sails don’t billow

The hull has been emptied and the chest is hollow

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And the pebbles I swallow every day to remind my mortal cage

Exactly how to float above water to write another page

Found themselves so helpless in the whirling pool of

Elixirs I took and the blood from my wounds

A drop of painkiller they measured in spoons

Washed down with acid ever so rough

And thus doth the captain go down with the ship

See you on a sunnier, calmer end of the trip