Shipwrecked(The Clock)

Must.. keep my feet...

on the ground- then a sound,

like a bellowing hound,

phasing down

'tween the brine and the mound

half hidden. A door?

And some kind of melody

tries to sing through the fog.

Sirens tellin me--

"Please sir watch out for the rocks."

'An all i really seemed to notice,

was their crimson shinin red locks...

Before my eyes could even focus,

crashed the ship n' found a new dock...

my clock no longer could tick tock...

Faust, though you stand...

at the infernos hand, you will land

inside- of- abaddon.

Travel nine,

circles span- fires brand,

admitting noone...

And some kind of melody

tries to sing through the fog.

Sirens tellin me--

"Please sir watch out for the rocks."

'An all i really seemed to notice,

was their crimson shinin' red locks...

Before my eyes could even focus,

crashed the ship n' found a new dock...

My clock no longer could tick tock...

AN' Everywhere we seem to be,

isn't what we ever see.

Cherish things that only die,

waiting for another try...

Illusion weaving tapestry,

crimson spider mystery...

An' what we are will never seem,

to last more than a moment's dream...