Analysis of Shipwrecked

Must.. keep my feet...
on the ground- then a sound,
like a  bellowing  hound,
phasing down----
'tween the brine and a mound
half hidden.  A door?

And some kind of melody
tries to sing through the fog.
Sirens tellin me-
"Please sir watch out for the rocks."
'An all i really seemed to notice,
was their crimson shinin'  red locks...
Before my eyes could even focus,
crashed the ship n' found a new dock...

My clock no longer could tick tock...

Faust, though you stand...
at the infernos hand,  you will land
inside- of- abaddon.
Travel nine,
circles span- fires brand,
admitting noone...

And some kind of melody
tries to sing through the fog.
Sirens tellin me--
"Please sir watch out for the rocks."
'An all i really seemed to notice,
was their crimson shinin'  red locks...
Before my eyes could even focus,
crashed the ship n' found a new dock...

My clock no longer could tick tock...

AN' Everywhere we seem to be,
isn't what we ever see.
Cherish things that only die,
waiting for another try...
Illusion weaving tapestry,
crimson spider mystery...
An' what we are will never seem,
to last more than a moment's dream...