The Disasterist

Somewhere on a plane

A man is beside himself with sadness

He is filled with ocean

Deep inside his chest, a souls been laid to rest

On a double helix, he’s crucified

The man plays tag with his demons

When he finally dies

His name will be crossed off of a list

Then he’s forgotten

The man plays tag with his demons

Somewhere on a plane

A man is beside himself with sadness

He is filled with sea