⚓ Captain. ⚓

The fallen ashes of tired eyes, found guilty by the conscience inside beautiful skulls. These winters never much the same, a letter to passed lovers and quarreling memories soaked with stilled water. Predictable text has taken it too far. Beating through midnight sweat as courtesans and masquerades flutter with dreams to complete these stained lips. Forever new, forever dire without regret and cause to justification with reckless knees together on the floor, pulsing with each and every glance of a locked eye. Dear consumption, feeding on the breasts of manipulative chance, grant such a wish to the starving artists who scream through darkness and sleep off days, find persistence in cherishable packets as gold begins to tarnish. Eighteen days since sparks brushed from fingers to legs of a glorified whore and her brilliance. Owning up to chance with bitter ends and bridges burned for comfort. Escape conceptual society like modern moons of force, stronger than diamonds, this wallowing embrace of dialect has became my most fictitious of ten million paragraphs noted in random sheets and documents. Needing something which betrays you is ironic as it’s merely consciense betraying reality, kicking and screaming at the door to open just one last time. Parody of broken words, apologies rest to the floor of the wicked tongue which spoke them. Hollowing out trunks for the seasons change is a compliment. Shouting words which never need audacity, feeling sucrose with amiable dignity to turn the other cheek. Standing south-paw, this left hand drives a chariot in wishful bouts of gluttony for punishment. Try and try again. Dictate capitals and commas whilst filling out redundancy, this last leg for triumph in wicked tests of genius. Hello, renowned, to feelings of control forget this harvesting of dignity swelling to the brow as capitalist moves make fear substantial. Needing that face, the face my other pen would stab, contrast, this pen feels lost and weak from weeks without thst face. Anesthetically aesthetic, perfected struggle as self loathing peaks to contradictions in beliefs of matrimony. Diligently coding a spectacle to fend inside of weakness, for a reader who became blind in the war. I adore you. Suspended in seconds for time froze as gravity ceased, tact. Replacing torn slithers of cloth on designer labels which stitched the mouth shut, this is that silence you craved, I’d save the race with morals for the demons rage inside of modern worlds, sentence of viscousness which pierced the lungs like silver bullets and earned this prophetic tongue who silenced eleven thousand moods with armor for war and fecicious daggers. Were all safe behind our walls.