As words pour from my mind onto the page, and I wait,
like wine for the world to better with age.
It’s only effect is drunkening like the taste of burning whisky.
The door to everlasting love is locked and I don’t hold the key.
I cry desperately into the dark and wait longingly for a faint answer.
Still no sound comes from the black abyss that is love.
Despite my self advice I continue digging a hole in the sand.
Wave upon wave of dirty salty water spoils my plans.
To build around myself the mightiest of fortresses.
Time after time my walls crash down as a soft breeze passes.
I will never stop the rape and pillage of my heart.