I'm a young man

in the middle of the ocean,

having a one nIght stand 

with my unimportant notions. 

 

Tonight is captain's dinner

and I've suited quite well,

others too; out and inner.

I suspense it's heaven's hell. 

 

Ladies in jewels; men in metals,

they make the nights eery, 

not ghouls nor devils.

Malicious talk, to me, evidently

hides amongst the voices. 

Like a snake in the jungle; 

waiting for a victim to poison. 

 

I do not think twice 

to admire the well-lit sky. 

Souls or stars? God or Why?

Humanity's indifference

is the wise-man's cry.