The ship was where I met
My last whore; I proposed.
You can’t erase your past alone,
You need a soul like hers to do the job
And I got on board not wanting to know
Who I am anymore; the captain was quick and tranquil,
Slow and troublesome was the journey.
We were reaching Europe – our land of hope -
When we got drunk for the last time both.
She respects her husband
Because she thinks she’ll be a widow
One day, like all respectable women.
I wish she weren't so inaccurately sure;
Death doesn't like to spoil
A sturdily unhappy ending
For two.
