They lie dead
scuttled ships
marauders no more
merely firewood
for the pitch black flames

They lie prone
paralyzed senses
forces no longer
only drops
from puddles of ****** mutiny

Captains of real estate
they settled on new worlds
from old buildings
three arks on a maiden voyage:
the Niña
the Pinta
and the Sandinista

Release the collective animal
ruling in symphony
with those heavy waters
now a graveyard

Cleansed mind
falling reign
their kingdom come and go

I've lost innocence.

I've lost faith.

I've lost my soul to this dreary place.

It's so cold, it's so very dark.

My lonely heart has lost it's spark.

I beg for a little mercy.

I cry for some kind of grace.

There's nothing, not even a trace.

The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.

The clock has chimed...

I'm out of time.

The bottle and the pen.

The knife and the hands of men.

The sorrow.

The lost tomorrow.

The scarlet slashes on my thighs.

The alcohol laced goodbyes.

Crying is a sin.

More wounds from him.

Lessons learned in blood.

Innocence drug through the mud.

Let no one in.

I must not sin.

I reached capacity.

I can't take the insanity.

Forgive me, father, I have sinned.

He tells me there is no way to amend.

He ignores my cries.

He cares not if I die.

Spirits and pills call my name.

They tell me I am to blame.

I am my father's shame.

A mother's desperate chase.

My last chance at grace.

My mother hears my cries.

She helps, she tries.

She tells me it's okay to cry.

The sin is a lie.

She holds me tight

A mother's love saved my life.

Unspoken words have been stolen from my lips. 

My mind has been thrown into an everlasting abyss. 




I've been assaulted by pen and rhyme. 

I've been assaulted ...too many times. 

I've drown myself in a deep sea of my own making. 

I've sobbed for my sorry soul that's breaking. 

Do you think this makes me weak?

Do you think the makes me meek?

I've survived a burning hell on my own. 

Survival is in my fragile bones. 

I won't apologize for who I am. 

I've fought too hard for this life, the rest be ******!

I've earned this life I want t keep. 

I. AM. NOT. WEAK. 

Survival is the Lonely's song. 

To myself. I do belong.