drunken nights

A bitter grin, teeth hiding a lust for pure destruction. Unsatisfied, and understimulated. Disillusioned into apathy, though I prevail.

Bring on survivalism and struggle, my arms are wide open. Faking normality brings me no benifit. Give me a weapon and a reason to survive.

Give me nothing.

Foul Anchor

Captaining my sinking ship,

Hands clutching the wheel,

I am as hard-headed as ever,

Reminiscent to a fault.

Steadfast and Stouthearted.

Brave and Benevolent.

Choking on my pride.

Touching bottom I no longer feel submerged.