turbulent_seas_of_turbulent_souls aM i DiStUrBeD? The sea of souls they call it A dark and grotesque blue Made up of lives and dreams Of greens, of white and hues. The sea of souls they called it Until at last, they all forgot. ‘Cept me who sits by the wayside The one the world begot. Above that sea of souls, Above the jagged teeth of its gate On the white scar of the hillside I sit and subdue your hate. Wondering what it would be like If all the world turned black As you push yourself under the current To never again turn back. Drowning yourself in their sea of souls And giving yourself up for lost Gave into its ransom, caved in to its price Your soul and your life its cost. Above all of this, the sun won’t come out The sky, now black, was once blue. All is calm in the water below the clouds Those souls are not restless, an unusual view. The sea of souls they will call it Redder than the blood of those that it slew Made up of bodies: the young and the old And the memory, my love, of you. 050131 what's it to you? who go blather from