The Crown of Rust

Tried to believe the grey above me
About having lost the fight
Let doubtful joyrides cloud my judgement
So I could tell that I was right

It’s getting tight, enormous, bloated
Sometimes you drown in your rust
To reminisce the doors you haunted
‘Fore losing them in swirling dust

The maelstrom’s raging, tides are rising
What’s single life amidst the storm
All sense gets lost in compromising
The flattery’s sincerest form

Tried to forsake the black beneath me
Forget about all time lost
Only to find it weaving, wreathing
The patterns of the weighing cost

It’s getting clear, plain, transparent
Sometimes you learn that it’s too late
The moment you become aware
Of the malevolence of fate

The view gets still, the sky stops shedding
Its tears, chaotic lullabies
The only thing left is the ripple
Of underwater dormant eyes

Tried diving headlong through the navy
But all attempts failed crashing down
Just tranquil seas, no foes or saviours,
And shards of useless, rusty crown