Locked Away In A Sinking Ship Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The cobwebs will not go away.
A continuous memory lasp.
Where am I, who am I.
Thunder in the sky with no sound.
Is this where the heartless are bound?
The ground shakes as I am standing still.
Is this the song unsung?
Is this the forgotten hum?
The forbidden melody that only knows how to destroy.
God's wrath wrap up in tiny a little toy.
With a shriek why is it I am so overjoyed?
A single giant wave to employ.
Discovering so much with so little distance traveled.
Another ball of yarn to unravel.
And this time to upon reaching the end I still will not be satisfied.
A tasteless demise to an otherwise beautiful sunrise.
Smoke and mirrors upon images that were really never there.
A deep feeling of despair just from a breath of the tiniest bit of fresh air.
It's not some mind blistering foreign equation.
It's really not that complicated.
So simple it is making even my eyes so unevenly jaded.
Creating a why can't that be me kind of maniac with no morale regards.
A tip of the hat from another an office rat.
Steady hands can still overeact.
A chance never given, is not a memory not worth reliving.
Forgiveness excludes those who have no one to forgive.
Even if floating upon a sinking ship.
Crash landing in another ditch doesn't teach one how to change the pitch.
No matter how bad the itch.
The real then cast creating the perfect tempo.
Defining, and redefining whats living just beneath grass.
And sometimes it just happens way too fast.