Lost at Sea

As I step upon the night sky ship, from thick within itself,
I ask myself--how long until it sinks, how long, not long.
Outside walls structured of paintless faces, steadfast to none,
Though seeping within, lay a thousand broken souls.
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Waters shove, not a care upon the fierce sea,
Not a thought, nor a listen, definitely not one care.
Best be the captain, upon this ship, the best in all the sea,
But strike a match in the sea of kerosene, the best in all the land.
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All is gone, nothing left, existence none, shown no theft,
Stumbling and falling, falling upon one's own excitement
Empty words, so many of which, bring such meaning to all,
Meaningful words, so many of which, bring such empty words.
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For I talk backwards, and talk with meaning.
I fall into the wicked depths of ocean.
I can't swim, nor captain a ship.
I never paint my face,
I always paint my face,
I don't like painting my face.