All the seaweeds flow throughout the surface.
All the ships are bound to the Unknown.
I hope Sol will gladly await me – in her hidden temperate realms.
The leeches suckle the skin – they manifest like condensation.
The stasis I’ve gotten myself in – is all the things
They’ve revered and desired.
You ask why I carry the weight of the World –
On my two leveled shoulders.
But in reality the thing is,
Every wave rolls off of me.
I’m a shipwreck lying at the seabed,
And every mossy barrel carries a part of who I am.
And they’ve commenced grueling searching,
But you’ll never find the treasure chest, buried deep within.
They thought me a sort of enigma,
And they wanted to piece the puzzle of my wit.
But the Soul no Sailor has seen,
Is the jewels, and pearls, and SKIN.
I am the living display of glory,
And I am not a knot to be undone.
And I arise from the endless waters,
As the TOTAL OCEAN INCARNATION!