He sets his sights on haunted seas,
this ghostly Buccaneer,
West Indies was his place of rest,
until he reappeared.
...
I remember often,
so long ago... the dreams you had for me,
You'd say with pride in your eyes:
'I see what you can be.'
...
We walk around in quiet sound
Just creatures on two feet
Amid the mundane day to day
...
Cadence the Clown
Runs rampant in town
With blood-colored crayoned eye
...
In Night I bathe,
His lovely shade
of blackened silhouette
...
Not since Jack roamed the cobblestoned street...
Had one so depraved,
as he we would meet
...
I reckon I’ll grow old someday…
with wrinkles and dark circles cradling my eyes
I’ll remember my younger self…
and weep for youth
...
Dance your Life,
For Death is still
Take each risk
...
About this mess
I must address
My sorrow and transgression
...