I woke up in this ship's cabin,
a small figment of my frail mindset
that hadn't even been born yet,
until I bore it.

staring at me from across the coffee table
while drinking her arsenic
she seemed so generic, so I thought,

and i fought and fought and fought some more until you were bleeding but It wasn't my fault
I didn't hit you, X did.
And X was a strong one, but not half the man that Y was, and I am.
So the trail of blood continued on until there was no more story to tell
except of the ship's captain,
who stood watch over the hull and crossbone doorway,
to which you walked through.

Propriety actions seek no monumental fame
Words were poorly chosen to decipher all she could
Time spent against a window watching angels call her name
She,
Still living in a picture frame,
spent her final breaths kissing cardinal's rings
for a  king who has no name
But not a king was l to anyone
But a nuisance all the same