My body is a sailing ship;
It braves the rise and falls of waves,
Tossed and tumbled in every tempest,
Its lungs ripped and torn by the fickle wind,
Its ribbed belly bloated with the treasures of life,
The spines erected from its back kiss the clouds,
And the *** bleeds through its tar skin.

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The seven seas that it sails,
And these storms and torrents that change its course,
Embody its existance,
Cucooned in the harsh reality of living.

Tasting the malice
Of true love's poison
In a gold chalice
On life's horizon
Fear of memories
Of cold, dead pictures
Stood in cemetries
As stone fixtures
True love will provide
Its own antidote
And cure the inside
Of this lonely boat
That sails empty seas
Of poor lover's pleas

I'm chained to this wall,
A belt round my neck,
Tongue tied, cannot call,
My heart's a ship wreck,

Sunken to the soul,
Where no light enters,
Just like this hell hole,
Where insanity centres,

Encaging patients,
Deemed untreatable,
Losing their patience,
With nurses incapable,

Of treating our minds,
The pain in our veins,
Or pain they can't find,
"Hopeless" they claim,

But in this darkness,
Fear is controlling,
Just like the madness,
Existing in the nursing,

And pain turns to death,
As rain turns to tears,
While they take their last breath,
For screams that last years

The night fills the day,
With endless sorrow,
Where the lost can't stay,
And none to follow,

There's kids on corners,
Selling their small pills,
Roaming like mourners,
Searching for some thrills,

Boys with raw knuckles,
Girls with bruised faces,
Tied down with buckles,
In hidden places,

  Everywhere you go,
  Darkness will follow,
This is not a place,
But a state of mind,
With no signs to trace,
And no light to find.

You phone me at quarter-to-eleven,
Telling me that you belong in heaven,
But you are only intoxicated,
And now that I've been inocculated,
With this long, never-ending depression,
I know how to accept your confession.

But don't you try to find reasons to go,
Because I will instinctively follow,
So let me collect your tears in my palm,
And soothe your forehead 'til you're coldly calm,
So that you forget about ****** blades,
And let this frightening fear slowly fade.

With the sun long behind us,
We lay with our bodies entwined,
Captivated by our previous intimacy,
And you do not need to hear me say,
Three simple words,
Or eight petty letters,
For my actions speak for me

We deem ourselves broken,
And unworthy of each other,
But when we draw close,
Our fragments and shards align,
And we become whole again