Sea of the heartless

Every good part of a man now lost  Scattered amongst all the sorrows left behind in every forgotten little boys broken heart Too heavy to bear, they are plucked from their frail shells as rejected precious stones  Traded upon the bottomless puddle of tears Drops became ripples, ripples became waves, waves of littered with lost hopes keeping afloat lonesome cities of heartless druken warriors An army soaked in armour forged from the rage feuled pains to never trust Love once more Branded by the deepests of wounds their scars splash and roll out with the tide of all they will ever know of Loves truth.   By- Cristopher Ryan Waye