He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
Through the clutches of the depth,
Where shadows eternally kiss the shoreline,
Broken.
Yet brave.
Engines roar beneath a heart that misbehaves life entirely,
Tracing lines of fate upon the moonlit pave,
Upon the crushing waves.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
In rearview the ghosts of depths haunt his being,
Ghosts and spirits of battles never won,
As they haunt the hollow as the echoes of golden Sun,
A Sun that sets sooner than Stars,
A Sun shining upon the horizons,
The dawn of dreams forever lost,
Eternally regretted.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
A sea of faces and masks he adored,
Personalities he forever hid behind,
Blurred by tears unshed,
Blurred by tears so heaving,
As they mask his reality and truth with facade he adored,
Their secrets secretly hidden beneath those hollow eyes,
Crimson eyes reflecting void where hope once tried,
But oh Hope was mistaken,
For she slit her own throat by the shimmering shoreline,
As her corpse bloomed amidst the wreckage,
Love and passion solely rejected and fell.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
Every mile calculating a milestone gained,
Every mile miscalculating a memory lost,
Lost to wounds never healed through salt,
Bruised promises sealed long beneath the surface,
Yet onward he drove,
As he led into depth and abyss,
Concealed.
Residing within the silence and harmony of the ocean,
Unconcealed.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
As he though he was fine,
Fine amidst the crushing waves,
Fine as his ship was torn apart by the cruel ocean,
Struck down by the merciless thunder,
For the ocean spared none who dare look at her with rage,
For the ocean spared none,
As he surfed underneath,
Into the undertow where sorrows tend to drown,
As he sank under the ocean of regrets and shattered beings,
Gasping and losing ground.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
The darkness underneath whispering tales of broken flight,
Of wings cut off underneath starless nights,
Of hope shattering into uncountable pieces,
For it is a sin to be hopeful,
For it is a sin to love,
For it is a sin to be human in this age of devils,
For it is a sin to the age promised to Lucifer,
Light nowhere within the wrecking chaos.
He drove the same beat up soul through the midnight waves,
Beneath the weight the world shall never see,
Beneath the wounds the world shall never cure,
Beneath the memories the world shall never remember,
As he swam against the raging currents within the ocean,
Finally united wild and free,
As he embraced ever storm he shall became,
To survive the love of ocean with similar intensity.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
