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On the shores of desolation,

I cast away all feelings,

Leaving behind stored sorrow,

On this makeshift stone altar,

Thus marking my grave,

As I prepare to launch,

Embarking on my final voyage,

To regain what I've lost,

As I row toward the eye of the storm,

My hands slip off the oars,

The seas beat down upon my vessel,

Waves breaching the floors,

Yet there's a sense of calmness,

In that the sea will be my coffin,

To give back all I've stolen,

Whilst dispelling my woes,

I draw my closing breath,

Carried off by the ebb,

Sinking beneath the surface,

Finding comfort in death,