⚓ Captain ⚓

You’re speaking from heart, this loss of affection gains new approach for the weather’s acting like that chubby slut I’d once claimed to love. Where are the souls of the holy and the moral? This new society shows me nothing more than deviled details inside the net we cannot escape that teaches children to be whores. I longed for the wind whilst stagnant on the ocean, yet now I wish the wind to die and let my ship sail through a current of what is best and pure. These metaphors have forever announced seemingly obvious pores in dithered skin. I’ve come to the side of suicide and levered the gears to engage in life; this simple conclusion remains as-if wired to these bones. How sharp are your teeth? Surely by now the bitterness has left a stain; there was once a time you could chew yourself through a rattrap which claimed to capture your heart. I have not met anyone much like these walls, so silently perched aside my face; still judging: always judging.