Under the peach pink sky,
The sands coat my feet thicker each step,
I can’t even remember when it first touched my foot,
And getting hotter as i thread further, nearer those sobbing waves.
I cannot step back anymore.
My burning anticipation burns with my feet,
And for some convoluted reason the sands climb up my legs,
It stings, ouch! stings even more, and more, and more, and deeper actually,
Piercing secretly till pierced finally,
With repetition i got used to the painÂ
Now it has already reached my chest.
How could something not even sharp nor pointed,
create stitches at its finest!
No. No i don’t need a safety vest!
I’m so near to that therapeutic touch of cleansing feeling,
Where i want to soak wet and my silhouette fleeting.
O waters! run towards me! Fly, crawl, travel through my soul,
Ice cold dropped Celsius, those waters finally touched my foot,
I wished i froze but i was actually melting,
I felt my bones crushing to the core, i walked more,
And felt light, and i thought maybe,
So there like an ash my flesh were washed out with the sands,
Now swaying with the waves
Of those acid waters i suddenly knew were...
Liquids of sadness, fear, tension, depression....
And frustrations and longings and one strange composition...
Love. The densest of them all.
I’m slowly disappearing with the hiding of the sun
To that horizon where the day hides and pronounces its end,
I’m finally at the point of killing my self with drowning,
Yes, i like to die this way,
Die! Breathe under! Shout your heart out and cry!
No one will hear, no one will see, no one will care, till you’re exhausted, now die! die! die. d................................die.
and like the sun, that pronounces your seeming end.
And be one whole new being you have been wishing you were.
Finally! You might ask why.
Because no one can resurrect without dying.
And like the sun, you can never say it’s rising,
blakekathryn
areudirty
titsay