all the ships of this world
have the captains
have a crew
have the rats

dreams wither
or sink in a mud

i found my ship sinking
in the muds of this world
in the dreams of fall
we had no crew
we had rats running away

but some dreams come back
from the depths
when they lost the last bubble
of the air

all ships of this world
moan on the seas
i poured from your bucket
of the suicidal cries
they cry through me:
world is so wonderful
when we hang on wind
fresh 'til tommorow afteroon

your cries call my deaths
they all go through me
with no mercy
they left my mind raped
with old struggles

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