He laid back, smiling, like he always does in his favourite bed. No more worries haunted him. Gently running his fingers through his leather jacket, he could smell the stiffness as it was new as it was made.
He laid back smiling, in his captains cabin. While his ship was sinking. His hunger to journey across the sea has been relieved. Now a new voyage begins, to a place no man has heard of before.
He was smiling.
Out of all,
Money and power,
Death,
Is the only song,
That keep me alive.
To be creative,
Is to be you,
And Not to be me.
Writing about me,
words aren’t enough,
Ink dries out.
To write about you,
Two words, it’s over,
Trust issues!
Things changed.
The universe being me,
My thoughts, the stars in it.
Hard is it, to find,
Where it began,
Where it ends.
To find your way through,
Fly straight.
My thoughts, have no direction.
When I called you,
Perfect.
You corrected me,
You weren’t.
Now that you call yourself,
Flawless,
Where did I go wrong.
It isn’t a while ago,
That I felt.
It isn’t a while ago,
That I understood.
We lost a lie somewhere,
In my world.
It wasn’t peace.
It was trust.
The biggest lie.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me mother,
I was your mother.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me sister,
I was your sister.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me love,
I was your love.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me queen,
I was your queen.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me whore,
I was your whore.
It was all,
For you to call,
I later knew,
I had no name.
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