heart engine

never sail your eyes to sea. for there is much more blood to bleed.
all pirates hide in the waters, as knights fly high in the sky.
dont expect the dead to come to life. they've given all they can.
ive lost the memories of struggling apathys.
where has all the riots gone?
selling gods and selling trust.
when you see aggression, i see revenge.
i see what i can make better of this impression.
"my knights sail these pirates. drown them in the seas, let them flea to the depths where boiling waters burn them alive."
a heart born from the surface of dirt, water spurs from its peddles.
when all others find their mind. ill find time.
do not ever sell your eyes to open water.