Ghost Ship Victory Lap

Its waters

Full moon then, New moon now

I’m just dying, pls don’t have a cow.

What could you do, anyhow?

No life comes from your mouth.

My shadow wouldn’t listen anyway

My shadow loves death’s display.

I want out of this world.

I will not go back, I get love, not enough.


Glad to bow out once more

Death stream destiny’s whore

Used for your bemusement, but your chore.

Vanish from my rear view like this shore.

I swear- every light I meet only

Pushes me into further dark.

I quick abandon any hope for love

Death and a walk in the park.

You can’t come close, too Tony Stark.

Divine Inheritance?

Just a mark.

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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