It all began sixty nights ago
A journey of regret
Lack of ambition
Minutes are harvested away.
A small tide of wind caresses my ghastly face.

The sea sings unto me
But it's nothing more than a Melancholic Friday sea

Sun...
The sun descends in shame.
It has all night to atone on day gone.

But it's still a Melancholic Friday sea.

A star...
A star blaze a white light
In the great dark.

I'm merely a man
No godhood has promised me!
I'm a subject to the grander sky

"DO YOUR WILL"

Can the sea cry?
Would I learn to fly?
No good could come of this

Moon...
Red moon veiling me
Laughing at me

And I hide no flaw...
As I watch my reflection drown in yet another
Melancholic Friday Sea