Ink and Oil: The Sailor's Last Log

[Verse 1] The sea has stopped behaving like a friend. The waves don't break; they reach, they pull, they bend. I’ve forgotten the taste of bread, the scent of land, Just the copper tang of blood and the stinging sand. The gulls fell silent a week ago... maybe ten. I’m writing logs to a world of ghosts and dead men. [Verse 2] I saw a pattern in the foam this morning— A geometry that screams a silent, ancient warning. I’ve been staring at the hull for hours, tracing the rot, Connecting the barnacles like stars in a sky God forgot. The shadows on the deck are growing teeth, And I can hear something breathing... just... underneath. [Pre-Chorus] The compass needle snapped today. It pointed down. And for the first time... I didn't want to pray. [Chorus] Oh, pull the plug on the world I knew, The horizon is folding, the sky is turning blue— Not the blue of the day, but the blue of the deep, Where the mountain-god finally wakes from sleep. I’m not running, I’m not praying, I’m not brave, I’m a tired man walking into a velvet grave. [Verse 3] There! Through the mist! A shape made of wet stone and spite, An island that breathes, blocking out the light! The air is thick with the smell of old, sunken cities, And a presence so vast... it has no room for pities. The gold in his eyes... it’s a furnace, a door— And I don’t want to be a sailor... or a man... anymore. [Bridge] The wood is a cage! The ocean is the ink! I’m at the edge... and I’m ready to sink! Smother the sun! Drown the "Amen"! I’m going home where the light never began! [Chorus] So take the mind I didn’t want anyway! The horizon is folding, the sky is turning blue— I’m finally home... Cthulhu... I’m coming to you. . I’m coming to you.