Passions run amok against the graves The ghosts of longing fly in wrath against the sky Sat between the crux of heavy tears Wen mend the blankets, but the holes remain awry And yet, even when the seas engulf The boat still carves through red water to survive Swarming at the chance to drown the craft The final blow throws the broken vows into the night Backwards, moving backwards, backwards Holding fast we tried in the midst of flooding eyes- We awoke in severance to say goodbye Never wanted, prayed or wished for a cut as deep as this Rowing backwards in the waves to safe cold blue I'm rowing backwards for you, backwards for you, backwards Never wanted prayed or wished for any of this Flailing purged against the rocks I held so true