Washed ashore, I am.
The lathered salty foam
Drapes my soul
Rugged and weary.
I breathe,
Pulling in gulps of air
From your punctured lungs
So full of Mockery.
And I rest
On your sands
Of Faithless Beginnings.
Trust!
I hurt, and I lament.
For, I gave myself up
In faith, In Love-
To be drugged,
And tossed out of life
On a raft less ride
Across the seven seas.
And I can hear the blood
Course through me
And I can feel the Beginning
Of an End.
And I laugh out-
Don't you hear O' Dear,
The Song of Sweet Vengeance?
Washed ashore, I am.
The lathered salty foam
Drapes my soul
Rugged and weary.
I breathe,
Pulling in gulps of air
From your punctured lungs
So full of Mockery.
And I rest
On your sands
Of Faithless Beginnings.
Trust!
I hurt, and I lament.
For, I gave myself up
In faith, In Love-
To be drugged,
And tossed out of life
On a raft less ride
Across the seven seas.
And I can hear the blood
Course through me
And I can feel the Beginning
Of an End.
And I laugh out-
Don't you hear O' Dear,
The Song of Sweet Vengeance?
Washed ashore, I am.
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Emotive. A third person recital, I hope... An update from you at long last. Trust all is well..
ReplyDeletePeace.
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Was away for a while. Back! :)
thanks so much kartz!! :)
ReplyDeleteOh the agony in this.. the breathless, wordless haunting pain!
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking...!
And yayyyy! the word verification thingy is gone :)