⚓ Captain ⚓

I lost you, deep beneath the layers of skin that protect a bubble-nosed face from toxic air. You’re free to go; never come back. Ill fight for you in my dreams while you flutter lost like a leaf in a storm of pitted moods. Dismally dreary on dawned draws through fetched wood on satirical sheets,: the virgin was never innocent at all. Fall back to your words; you loved me. This significance of squalor defines small breach in sightless minds; every word I write has been graded and marked and found righteous after all.