Upon A Painted Ocean

As a ship sails the sea 

Of unfortunate events that have to be 

The waves curling the windy path 

Through god’s blow do we see the wrath 

Bloody tears from the sky 

Mixed with shame and purple names

Wait indigo gives off a better ring 

Proposals of white flowers amongst the summer flings 

But that’s the thing

We live in the dirty abyss 

Scared of oblivion and inevitable nothingness

But when there is one kiss

Or one lost opportunity we’re bound to miss 

We sit in the grass

While the seasons of affectivity pass

We allow the sun to stray in orbit

And we allow the holes in our stomachs to burn and stay a pit 

And when any hair is out of place

It becomes a distant memory you assuringly try to replace 

And then you look anywhere at any lifeless object and see the face

Of the one you love whom you lost to the sea of things that will never mean anything to anyone but you and me

And one day maybe the rest of the god damned world will be able to see 

The world amounts to nothing

You owe nobody nothing 

You mean nothing

We’re all plain

Just the same 

As redundant as a painted anchor 

Upon a pained painted ocean