⚓ Captain ⚓

I knew them. Sitting naked on the bed in a sweat stained room. Sail away, reprise of a treasured ship. Traveling in pairs to the bathrooms. Lacking in dialect for conversation seemed muffled through wooden floors like the piercing sounds of a frequency unknown to deaf ears. This curse lay with me through childhood. Meet me in Montauk, holding a silvered rose whilst trying to approach the minutes left in an hourglass. I lost all but my name, lying unconscious as the world around me felt insignificant. Those that I’ve hurt and those that have hurt me, we are all one in the end. Piercing each other’s skin for that second of clarity needed to befriend guilt as age turns us into bitter shells of reminiscent dignity. I found my voice whilst struggling for air inside the world I made out of scattered shards of muck and feces. Don’t start me on politics. I’ve seen sights of revolt and distress inside a mans eyes that god himself would deny witness to. Feeding on the next sentence like each word that follows is another chance to prove me wrong. Photograph misery and place it on the walls for a society to gawk at and question its truth whilst real artists die from starvation inside of cheap apartments fucking freely anyone that pays. I met the devil, dressed in coat and tie, balding with that horrible stench of power and pride; it sickened me to shake his hand. There is no time left for sentimentals, gather the three pounds of worth you hold and bury it deep inside the earth for it will out live your circles. How is the fit, pointing and laughing like little kids you feel betrayed by the thought of me. Mock the trails of greater sights whilst shivering in shuddered teeth, simply standing upon a mantelpiece you sadly never earned. Dearest friends; ive lost my mind. There was only an echo through beautiful walls; sold by somber hearts to create something insightful. Let there be freedom, fighting inside a sheltered world whilst privileged kids know nothing of true grit. Strike familiar smiles with the plain fist your father showed you whilst he fucked the child out of the sister youll never know. Pause to stroke her face. Teach me the difference between a white lie and the horrible truth, tell me its not the same. Reproach history through current thoughts inside conceited snarls of civilization; why did you turn away. Silhouettes against the tattered cage of loneliness where you spend your days angry; angry. Fill wrinkles with poison, enough to kill your old soul whilst these new lines torture the bones and the skin and your flesh. Dearest suicide, I’ve found you close to me these last ten years and never seen your face; should we meet to tame the beast? The silent ones never win, I knew a sailor; she was my friend. This chivalry, damning sobriety through damaged minds like feeding zombies in the night. Speak louder, I cant hear you.