Theres a boneyard to time

locked in the back of my mind

a place hopes and dreams

of youthful thoughts wonder so lost

a gloomy place that shades of black

are woven so tight no light will ever shine

i sit on my rock looking around

at bad memories reliving their lives

theres a bar filled with regrets and choices lost

a graveyard of broken hearts

fenced in with rotten wood

and a tree that stands in the middle of it all leafless and decaying to the core

the ravens sit perched, they call it home

A shop called Things that could of been

has it's lights on

standing next to a locked park

with the wish lake all dried up and swings over taken by rust

A library once filled with books

known as my intelligents has burnt to the ground

and i come here often to visit

on the whiskey boat