Will it ever truly be
Overboard? In my head?
Probably not
But surely in this vessel

I see the ships sails
They are a different color
Then when I was aboard

They've set new course.
Brash pirates of the mortal liquid
Banding themselves with inebriation

Been aboard I have
And in this life
Never again

When the fog clears
And the wreckage settles
I will gather the pieces

I am on my course
And my compass
Points true north

Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.