From high on her throne, built from bones, of souls who had sailed her and drowned in her sea
I hear her breath long chilled with death, speaking my deepening weakness to me
I know it's my own; her voice, my tone, but madness betrays me and gnaws at my bones
I know that she's gone, and I know where she lies, but still all I hear is her deafening cries
"Hideous, murderous liar, broken, loathsome coward"
I'd beg you to break me, to shatter and shake me, whatever you must to forsake me