The Wreck

Madness
 Day after day, night after night, the sun burn and the cold dark,
 My lips baked by salt, dried by thirst, pathetic agony,
 My blistered skin reveals my suppurating flesh,
 Putrid appetizer for scavenger
 I reach out to the rare castaway,
 Dying in silence on this desperate raft
 Together let's sail to the end
 And drowning through many layers of delirium,
 Hallucinations on the wreck
 Volutes of shadows laughing at me,
 Confused with the plaintive of moribund
 Burnt and licked by the sun and his tongue of fire
 My blistered skin reveals my suppurating flesh,
 Putrid appetizer for scavenger
 Lost in the volutes of madness
 And drowning through many layers of delirium,
 Hallucinations on the wreck
 Volutes of shadows laughing at me,
 Confused with the plaintive of moribund
 Lost in the volutes,
 putrid appetizer for scavenger
 Lost in the volutes of madness
 And then, while the frost night falls,
 Appears the moving light descending to me
 And station above the pathetic scene,
 Is this the end? Is this God or one more trick of my mind?