Ocean,
Can ever be
Tamed.
A boy high
On love,
Will ever be
Sane?
For the
Shipwreck,
In his
Ribcage,
He has drunk
All year to
Forget her
Name.
Misery is
Optional,
Inevitable
Is pain.
For our own
Acts of vain.
It's we who
Should stand
In shame.
For the sins
Of wine,
Can the gods
Ever be blamed?