Plank Walkin’

These vices that I hold,

like they are a

treasure map

to my Soul

Where the pirates

have taken me

to the hold,

and I am wishing

into the darkness

For fairies who never grow old,

and I can't see

the X on my Gold.

Cuz I'm fading fast,

My star soon to become

a twinkle of the past.

And I cannot release

this prisoner inside myself

who has captured

me at last.