Written by Caged Freedom
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

I’m flying in the flying machine; soaring the skies like Josephine.
Trying to make sense of stars sleeping
Hidden in the depths of the morbid carpet above
The screaming is dying down, the voices are falling like grace
Hold on, my Jack, I tighten my hand to his small embrace
My hair is in frozen lockets of time, gasping from the Titanic’s end
The ship now dormant a hundred miles below the sea
The ship of dreams forever in its own reverie
Suddenly, a mist of light calls me near, the officer screaming his cries
Turning over on my numb side, the blood no longer tries.
Blue is what I see beyond, the icy color of fear and death
Someone’s last breath—someone’s left.
Staring upon his beautiful face sleeping I know what it was all for
So happy we’ll be, now that we are free
My frostbitten hand enclasps his, shaking it of previous burden
Hoping he’ll wake before the boat sails
I call his name a few times, my voice a rasp
I call out louder, how deep he dreams
But suddenly I realize with an uncertain gasp
The tiny icicles aren’t melting
There is no sufficient misty breath
Has my love been consumed by death?
I cannot breathe for fear of dying,
My heart wrenched apart as I lay crying.
Jack. Jack, come back.
But he’s gone
He’s gone
And I’ll never know why
Why make me promise to live when I want to die?
Please, Jack, my heart is an ocean of pain
I love you so
My tears are a strain
If I could leave here I would
Ride with the skies to heaven’s door
But a promise is a promise
Although it suffocates me to say
That I will keep my promise
And I won’t die today.
I look down at our hands, frozen in love
And break the bond as simple as anything
But as hard to do as everything
By kissing your hand I know you’ll be all right
I’ll see you soon, love
I’ll never let go.

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