white hair strewn over the garish bed
a devilish grin worn by once
a captain of a mighty ship.
torn by the toils of life...
the ticking of the clock
seemed hopelessly endless.
as the mighty captain clings valiantly
and clasped on the cold and
damp abyss... of a lost frigate.
could he see not the path?
his eyes dampened by tears that
face him pointblank.
it is senseless to put up a fight
the dock is far in sight...
and the tempest is ready for the kill!