Your night stayed off in a mare call.
Drawn on the city into the wave's nest.
My pride afraid as a dying whale
as saying to me, it's just the surface.
You turn again to the past of your noise.
Hesitage your sadness and fight that fright,
it flusters being all to all in none.
States of anima pour deepening me inside.
Upwards of a feeble silence lose,
playing corsairs and pirates at dawn,
weaving in the water anxiety and haze.
Resolutions of disenchanted for your own.