Marine Corpse.

Language of love,
singing songs of pain.
Mirrored figures reaching out
from their mirrored frames.
Seven years is an awful long time.
Liquid fears and salty sips from a nasty sea.
Wasted years of a lasting relationship.
I'd rather drown in the depths of an unnamed riverbed.
My ancestors didn't know that their feet weren't meant to drag.
Glorious pride blinds the brightest of eyes.
A hundred men could not look twice
And now I am the only one burdened.
Sharpness surpasses everything.
A hollow point against wrought iron
Neither can defeat the dragon.