Lullaby For Our Shipwreck

Write myself this lullaby
of cotton candy clouds
bring myself to tears tonight
as i read it aloud.

No one else to sing to me,
just a song made out of lead.
Need to sleep tonight, I do,
cotton candy in my head.

Pirate ships on perfect waves,
ocean spraying in my face.
A year ago, a week gone by,
absorbed within the pace.

Roses float upon the sea,
red upon the ashen waves.
What a way to go, my dear,
just flowing 'cross your grave.

The ocean, it just takes you in,
and you become a grain of sand.
Pictures melt away, this time,
as does the memory of your hands.

Seagulls slowly circle,
they circle over head.
The salty see, cotton candy, me,
it all just feels so dead.

This was supposed to be a lullaby,
sing myself to dreams.
Feel too tired for cotton candy,
just whisper myself to sleep.