For My Blood Was the Sea

A love story about obsession.

I used to have dreams, I did 

Dreams that were planted so deep in my head 

I would toss and turn 

While it screamed and burned 

These vague images on the back's of my eye's lid 

 

How many lifetime's could it have been ? 

And then baptizing my feet in her shallow shores 

Yearning inside; going mental inside 

Four more, you know how it is, how we always want more 

 

"I was not to be contained, not to be blamed 

For my blood was the sea and it was raging in me" 

 

Now there were ancient stories that were told 

About the Great Keeper of the Sea 

Prowling around in the darkest waters 

He waits silently for you, and he waits patiently for me 

Said to resemble Mephistopheles 

He is the Great Keeper of the Sea 

But few would heed these words of caution 

And the warnings fell down without a sound 

 

"I was not to be contained, not to be blamed 

For my blood was the sea and it was raging in me" 

 

And so the time came, all set to depart 

From the ragged old shore onto golden swells 

Four other souls and then add mine 

In a boat we'd rented from an unpolished life 

After weeks of floating across our new land 

The Darkness fell deep, in, all around 

Oar after oar was plunged into the sea 

And then ripped out faster; there was no romance here only misery 

The clouds had joined forces, unleashing quite a storm 

The Keeper of the Sea was near we could feel it in our bones 

He met us that day, looked us straight in the eyes 

But by a different name than the pages say 

The collector of Souls was out looking for his pay 

And so four were claimed and one remained 

 

"I was not to be contained, not to be blamed 

For my blood was the sea and it was raging in me"  

 

And so I used to have dreams...

I think i had dreams

Yes, dreams that were planted deep, deep inside my head 

They would toss and they would turn 

While I screamed and it all burned 

Those familiar faces on the front of my brain 

 

"...was I not to be contained? 

not to be blamed? 

for my blood was the sea and it was raging in me" 

The End

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