Let me hold you,
On the reigns of tides,
Very much into my heart,
Eternally on the shores of life!

Lost smiles may fizzle,
On the eve of every drizzle.
Vanishing in thin air,
Enormous clouds of despair.

Looming are some fading stars,
Over you and me in the  yarns,
Vending out the fiber of fellings,
Every beat keeps closer weavings.

I am drunk on depression
And high on helplessness
Maybe one more bad decision
Will cure my restlessness

I’d fit each hurt on the head of one pin,
each misdeed and every sin so that
I’d make a suit of armor. Wearing my anguish
as a charmer I’d shine so bright

no one could dim my light. If someone
so kind was to pull out one of
my pins I wouldn’t notice at all, wearing
armor six feet tall. Even if they pulled out more

this suit of pain would still endure. It took
years to make, year and years of fears
and mistakes. There’s a different pin for
everything. One for rue, one for discord, one

for the people I abhor. There’s envy, lies
and disgust. The battle cries are far too
much. The cuts, the bleeds the Shangri-La’s
where I smoked the stoked cigars from so called

friends and lovers that stuck their pins
inside this vat. Yes! This heart is now
a cask. But it has been preserved on all the
hard liquor I filled it with, ***** and chicks
and fiddlesticks.