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The hull Is his skull Damaged and cracked Childhood Fractured Teenage bliss Bashed Existence rocks smashed His cradled youth brain Over     And over         And over             Again The mast Is his past Black tattered sails soared Plundered his splitting mind In the depths he explored   Left him drowning Then washed up   And stranded ashore Consumed by his drinking Anchored in thinking These bones nothing more Than the sinking     The sinking          The sinking              Deplore The stern Is his spine The helm of his motion With no wheel it bends To his current emotion Emptiness craving The weight of this ocean A storm-weathered back And eroded ribcage Set a course for astray As he drifts      Ever further          And further              Away The bow Is his sternum Sunken chest treasure Greed sleeps in its hold Through selfless endeavor Still coveting gold Yet pounding desire White-cap knuckles slam Against ego waves Like a battering ram Towards an island of purpose His bones can stand for   After yearning     And longing         And lusting              For more His heart Precious cargo Still breaks as it's thrown To the soul-crushing blue Lovelessness all alone He clings to frail hopes And starves to taste home Yet thirsts for her fair Aphrodite sea foam To kiss his bones bare This shipwreck skeleton Over    And over        And over           Again
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Shipwreck Bones
The hull Is his skull Damaged and cracked Childhood Fractured Teenage bliss Bashed Existence rocks smashed His cradled youth brain Over     And over         And over             Again The mast Is his past Black tattered sails soared Plundered his splitting mind In the depths he explored   Left him drowning Then washed up   And stranded ashore Consumed by his drinking Anchored in thinking These bones nothing more Than the sinking     The sinking          The sinking              Deplore The stern Is his spine The helm of his motion With no wheel it bends To his current emotion Emptiness craving The weight of this ocean A storm-weathered back And eroded ribcage Set a course for astray As he drifts      Ever further          And further              Away The bow Is his sternum Sunken chest treasure Greed sleeps in its hold Through selfless endeavor Still coveting gold Yet pounding desire White-cap knuckles slam Against ego waves Like a battering ram Towards an island of purpose His bones can stand for   After yearning     And longing         And lusting              For more His heart Precious cargo Still breaks as it's thrown To the soul-crushing blue Lovelessness all alone He clings to frail hopes And starves to taste home Yet thirsts for her fair Aphrodite sea foam To kiss his bones bare This shipwreck skeleton Over    And over        And over           Again
“Let the steel of my resolve be not bested by the sum of my fears.” -Parkway Drive
michael-marchese
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
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