Erase. Redraw Our Maps

I'm a skeleton dressed in time.
Lost among men no one sees.
With marching seconds, the time is now
To make this coffin to my throne.
My throne of life.
Like a cathedral to capture
A ship to board on.

Cast anchor on black shores
And hoist at silent hymns
In motion but at the threshold
Weariness warms my sails.

And for what it's worth
I will trade.
This coffin for my throne.