Life forever capsizing,
Rolls and whines in pain.
No flare ever answered,
Despite the lack of rain.
Each and all your sister ships
Telegraph intent;
Imply a fleet you constitute,
But no help\'s ever sent.
Still, there is a mystery
Inside that quiet cold.
The darkness should be monument,
These years you drown alone.
But even as the crushing depths
Deliver you their floor,
The lights manage to flicker;
Chant through port and door.
How does it always find you?
In darkness most of all?
Why music while you\'re sinking?
Rhyme in engines stall?
No matter the sentence,
It\'s always from on high.
The only path that\'s bright for life
Is one on which you die.