The Abyss of the Drunken Boat For Endless Press  By FD Ravenskraft

 
The Abyss is calling
To tell stories of the seas unsolving  
The darkened shores lying there are piles of whores
Rotting away on the fields of the moors
The Drunken cope
As my bottle gives forbidden hope
The rocking boat has an orgy with the sea
It no longer wants to breathe
The Drunken Boat
Rhymes of our time  
As the seeds embrace from the bud of thyme  
The cold nature of a human eraser
The Drunken Boat  
The Drunken Boat  
Corpses are done
Put the deep into the abyss  
With the fire. Burns like a desire
And scar of dire
As I end it in my boat
That my drunken body will lay
I alone must meet my drunkenness  
Decline  
FD Ravenskraft 2024