Drawn to these tides,
and the ocean of misery.
Chant your songs
of bleak melancholy.
Like the tides ebb and flow, rise and fall;
come closer towards the deep end,
let your skeleton rest
your secrets are safe with me.
Your sails are growing tired, your hull has grown weary;
Your ship will sink,
and with me you’ll forever be
your secrets shall forever be safe with me.
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