The ship was
getting
closer and closer
to us
&
the safe-sandy shores.

Safety.
Healthy
at
long lifetime's last.


Midnight was coming close,
so they
took our candles
&
they took our matches.
&
tried to start a fire.

It would have worked.
If the doctors,
would have
noticed that
they
lit the
wrong wick.

Wish they would have
quit,
pretending to be
god-all-mighty
know-it-all's.

For a hot minute
to look and see
the fuse
they
actually ignited.

Ch-ch-chain
reaction.
In a real-life
action movie like
Implosion.

Explosion.
Decaying.
Dying.
Crawling.

I am
Sinking.
Our ship is sinking.

A break down
happened in the <3
of the ship's
circuit board.



This is how
drowning at the bottom
of a
Sad Sea
feels like.

Seeing parts of your life
blended in with the debris.

Hello, to the aftermath
of an
"accidental" explosion.
Created by a
self-detonating
toxic/atomic
bomb.

It
Broke the ****-Star-Board.
It
Broke my *******-<3
as well.

But even though,
I am ship-less
and stranded.

The ship still has four anchors above water.
Even though, the ship itself
is underneath the water.

Playing pretend *******
is
perfectly peachy-keen.

Don't be mean
and play em'
faster than a round of
pictionary.

Don't act cheap
and put out
at the lowest prices.

You're worth more money than that.
You can't rush magic,
but if you wanna set yourself
up in a
trap.

You can always
go
hook up with.

The
Strangers Of Today.

But you might end up
in bed with
the biggest mistake
of your life.

These
boring me
to boredom
real-life
board-games,
have got me all
over the charts.
Up and down
then
Down and up.
Again.


I wish,
I could,
phone a friend.
Or even the president,
someone's gotta
bail me out of
jail.
Bandit's behind bars,

But as soon as
my
third-time
is
a charm,
Luck.
starts to put
magic-moves
on the
love-life
dice.
I'll
***** the railroad
&
advance
to go.

Life
is only
s a coin toss.

Heads, is winning
&
Tails is losing.

If the silver says tails.

Just remember,
every life's
tale,
has two sides
to tell.

It's your story.
So, make
your **** better
NOW
&
flip the coin again.

If the silver says heads,
keep your's straight.

Goth Glam was a 2010 daydream.

I’ve detached myself
So far
From everything
That
When I got there
I realized,
I was staring at the very
edge of nothing
In the
Darkest parts of
Outer-mental space.
Space
Is
Cold&Empty;
So I am.
Here’s to finding
Light in darkness.
Until then,
I’ll be
Swimming in the slimming,
Black Sea.

Discoveries: Entry 117.

It’s been
a minute,
it's been
a few years.
Actually.
It’s true ,
that
you will never truly
miss someone.

Until you look
at your
own
reflection.

Only
to see
a ghost,
staring right
back at you,.

I'm just
going to put on
my shades,
cover my hears
and pay lip service.
I'm in the front
pew
of a mad house.
That lost it's meaning,
when money
started motivating
the message.