This pen gave my ruptured spirit meaning.
Nobody knows the fissures my soul holds.
The darkness of the ink matches the darnkess where i bleed.
You shining would be a threat to the ones that guide troubles 
so your target doubled .

i’m Only tilling the ground of intentionally planted seeds.
no more time to give life to dying, dead, or draining things. 
I don’t expect my flowers to grow from withering leaves. 
Bring your spirit back to me.
Like black bay’s water caught my every emotion and returned me peace.

but who could ever love a man like me?
a man so damaged and incomplete.