I shear my chest unto the sea
How the gale and waves berate me
Pounding my soul on an anvil
A hollow heart and shattered will
I sacrifice myself to thee
Tempestuous cursed frailties
My spirit is but volcanic glass
The sole remainder of my past
Into this foundry I decry
Venomnous spittle in my eye
Beaten down by this gorgeous sea
A clockwork soul breaks down in me
Stand up! Get on your feet! I wailed
Their words flew like hooks and impaled
On the anvil I lay exposed
Ash for my skin and shredded clothes
I chose to face the open sea
Now lay prone in quiet agony
I allowed the waves and the swells
To strike and corrode this airy shell
I, alone, one against the sea
Against the aristocracy
Of hateful hearts and poison minds
Just one more battered soul in time