I am Punk

The raging atrocities against the visceral darkness ,
determines how windless journeys turn to hopeful dreams.  
Sweet melancholy drifting through the exterior
of the lifeless sea.  
Burdens bounce around suffocated ping pong tables ,  
reaching towards a renewed contemplation of nothingness.  
A longing sensation for something lost but never buried.  
( Bury me in the chiselling vastness of your kindness ).