⚓ Captain ⚓

I lay alone in the shielded pits of a humanity which tore its own. Whispering dares to harvest thoughts of ridicule in a game. Fighting theory for elegance solidified without the war of silence against ritual desolation. Begging for the touch of affection from a love once claimed as my own, these nights collide like rivers bend for the most unholy consequence. Why is there no lust for seduction where lesser men have taken my prize? What’s this riddle in terms of loss and gain when the future holds no promise. A fingered ring rests right handed though no newer state is about: what’s this of rules? Thirteen months and drawn to conclusions of little promiscuity; I’m alive, why should I walk like I am dead and waste these hours with the task of sleep. Is it this face which disgusts you? Seemingly obvious against the darkened branch of morbid trees which disguise is the very masquerade I’ve played. I can find you in shadows lurking about and mention nothing of your breath; where mistrust is an element and I’ve resigned from more. Throw three years to the wish for a breasted teen and love without reply; I’d throw more than that for the same reward.