Delaying the progress.
Anchored myself to the lows.
Swimming against my healing current's flow .
It's tipping my boat.
I lost track of the truths I always did know.
The foundation for home crumbling under my replacable bones. 
Disposable Dave the epithet, I could never outgrow. 
Taking a moment, sit still in my lonely. 
I need the precious piece of peace the pen tries to shows me.
For all my broken hearted fragment's that this path's stolen.
Paid a heavy toll for the purchased sin I participated heavily in. 
I couldn't atone, without experiencing rock bottom, my inner sediment spinning. 
The water in the atoll, my barrier's thinning. 
Reconnecting with God's light and the topic of winning. 
Simply stated, live felt less worth livin when she wasn't in it.
I never felt more uneasy than experiencing the lost of her spirit. 

I'm undoubtably broken.
I stood in her sillage. 
Hoping through hopeless. 
Entelechy within eremition. 
Pillage my pleasure, from it's semi-permanent prison. 

And work my way back to me.

And work my way back to me.