Black waters

I sail these thick black waters
                                                                                In search of something more,
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                Nothing seen for miles;
                                                                                No light, no sand, no shore.
 
                                                                All wind is dead, still yet I move
                                                                                In this vessel I call bliss
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                Alas, my ignorance shows,
                                                                                I am stuck in this abyss.
 
                                                                Although, through the outside everything
                                                                                Seems completely calm and dead,
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                No matter how I try, I still cannot
                                                           explain this grueling dread.
 
                                                           Lost at sea forever more
Consumed by my own thoughts
Is there anything to be found?
Besides a shameful past and future
Marked and stained with blots