Red Tides


My arm is a knife sharpener

A cold crescent brining red waves over cannon fodder

Shaping pine like an malicious carpenter

With each pull it gets bolder

Carrying out it’s duty like a hardened soldier

Deeper into friendly territory he marches

A traitor to his country he kills his own in blood soaked marshes

This is his penance, the sins he must pay for

Hoping that death is real, knowing that life is lore

The Albatross has killed him in his paralyzed daze

As he sailed away optimistic that on the horizon he would find better days

On the edge of the world he found more ocean

With a little more blue and a little more open

With dismay he dropped his head

This was not what they all said

This is all there could be

It was a little better but it was just more sea...

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