shitstorm

My life is a warship at sea.

The battle has raged for longer than I care to remember.

There is no harbour, my vessel is shot to shit, and it will sink.

There's only killing, killing, killing, the men who killed me, til the final bullitt finds me, or die here, invain, at My enemy victorious.

Die now, or die later 

My ship Will sink, though I fought for both sides, for You, too.

For them, too

There is no harbour, and I will sink

I'm drowning