Damn I sit here rage inside my chest,

Key, skeleton like,

Shapely tool to open my chest wide,

Wooden ribs sticking outward,

As hand reaches in,

Beating heart throbs as the jewel is removed,

Treasure thief delving deep within.

Riding waves on Jolly Rodger,

Chest stored deep within the hold,

Skeletons in the closet,

Hiding deep within,

Sailing the waves on Jolly Rodgers wings.

Little angel sneaks closer,

Whisper words to the long dead,

White boned skeleton chest,

Holding the treasures of the soul.