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The salty waves crash soft,
Water in my thirsty skin,
On the sea, I float aloft,
The quiet riptide pulls me in.
I do not notice, as I float away,
On the waves of the darkened sea,
That I may never see another day,
From heartless land, I may be free.
I see the buoy float behind,
As I find myself far from the shore,
And the only thought rests in my mind,
To be in a place I’ve never traveled before.
The lighthouse beam searches for me,
As the fog begins to cover all,
But I am so far, they’ll never see,
And my tired body begins to fall.
I descend forever through the iciness there,
My body too numb and far too weak,
To pull myself up into the air,
So I close my eyes and willingly sink.
I touch the bottom, the darkest place,
And breathe out the last little bit of breath,
And no one will again see my troubled face,
And no one will ever hear of my death.
I used to despise everything,
Until I had my beautiful daughter,
But she was taken on heaven’s wings,
When she swam too deep in the heartless water.
Goodbye, sweet mother, you raised me well,
Goodbye, sweet brother, you were always there,
Goodbye, sweet father, you spared me hell,
Hello, sweet daughter, who made me care.
 Morgana The Heartless · Tue Jul 10, 2007 @ 06:46am · 1 Comments |
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