⚓ Captain ⚓

Thunder, like shattering barrels of open fire in a distance I long to meet; you are the fearing and the fearful. I have grown a distance to this society whilst it shadows its self in complacent theories of bettering whilst the truth remains: we are nothing. Memories see defeat as a weakened soul against gain with our own conscience of worth and weight. Rectified with treason, for a weathered face is aged with grace though time is the forfeiture of brilliance. I’m dreading the next words from your mouth for this cavity of love knows my breaking more than fingers know touch. I’ve been north with nothing to loose and lost inside the trail of time and pride, alone without caution, stuffed streets and dreams for quarters worth and created cigarettes from social waste. I’ve been the shadows in the cracks which the feeble hurry past in fear of a loss to their name. This name once held that resonant tone of a brass bell in retaliation to hardwood, forever locked to wicked tongues lined with the silver teeth of spoon-fed children who earned not the world but their parents oath.