Dark Ships Sinking

Empty dark ships sinking
No cats. Black cats dying
Barely able to move. Sickly
Infected with an awful plague
Masts destroyed and rotted
A skeletal man looks coldly
Perhaps already dead by turns
Trying to communicate despair
I'm trying to communicate despair
The worthless end of hope
Once tended to like a kitten
Now crushed under a car
On the way to transact
With narcotic shipments
To anaesthetise skeletal men
Watching over lonely ports
Long since condemned
Shut down from plagues
Of lice and rats and futility
My chest burning with pain