Setting Sail For The Rocky Shore. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Skin to skin.
Bone to bone.
Is this a place you can call home.
As the soup boils.
As the hunger increases.
Insanity breaches.
Pure survivalist instincts.
No emotion.
No loyalty, no devotion.
A cataclysmic explosion.
Seeing only red.
Seeing the blood siloett.
Writing how and when it will happen in your head.
No motive so simple as revenge.
On foot forward, two steps back.
Panaroid, seeing everything as an attack.
No longer holding back.
Setting the demon free.
Ripping off the chains of enternity.
Lighting the blue flame with no name.
He is me, he is what I could be.
He is a fork in road.
A path to be chosen.
A method to madness.
A tear among the world's happiness.
A map that deteroiates as it is traveled.
Putting down the gavel, and grabbing the shovel.
The judgement has been made.
It was a close shave.
Bodies need buried, but it wasn't me.
My conscience is clean.
Split in two.
An astral projection of time.
How many dividing lines.
Can I ever be happy with simply life is beautiful and I have survived.
The lust that will just not die.
No matter how high the wall pride.
All the way up to the sky.
All the way down to my very core.
This is the shipwreck at my shore.