Start sailing On the hollowness, of my feeble mind. It has become your kind In the drowning of a thousand more In the depression, you do adore. I wilt love like too much to give Water upon the tulip. Leave me to awaken this drear To again, come near That you may kiss the future away From the shores where I may Lift you up to see Something better than me. I have fallen as the angel who will not rebel Against his own God, For my Lord is a cold one As I have been sent deeper than Hell. Would you kiss, Or merely miss One whose eyes cast terrible shorelines The waves that will continually cake Circles around the lids, Like swerving currents, leaving its trace To make me bleed out the ocean? I attempt, as I do, To hang from the stars To cease myself from the sip of wine, The sip of bitterness That is loosened upon my lips. They were the ones you had kissed With beauty to your sight, Though it had been a feebleness.