And when There was nothing left to draw upon
I wrote about my empty withins
Or how my stomach craved ginger gin
And if it did deceive me some more
I think about the tales of lore
And the monsters
In the books I've read
As I become the stories I missed
I wish to throttle my own antagonists
And when there is nothing left to give
I look to faults of my hand
As if these plains
Were a legend to my plan
A safety manual
For this vessels I'm forced to Mann
Thrust around in burden's jaws
As if I asked to be the Capatin
Like fate hasnt already dismembered my limbs
And when all of my spirit was spent
I knew exactly what the story meant
I closed my eyes to what the sea had to say
I neglected to be myself in a way
The clouds call me mother
But the earth calls me sky
I watch on repeat how my children die
And when the fog is cleared
and it's had it's will
It shall be my coronation still
But whose kid am I?
And who shall I obey ?
When there was nothing left for me to draw upon.
