Stardust

The Water's Soul

I swallow my tears,
All those wasted years,
The waters stir like a melting pot,
Confirmed, are my worst fears.

The pulse in my vein,
Frightened, foolish, feigned,
The waters have eroded bones before,
The light in my eyes, drained.

Rich purple robes of fame,
The demons call my name,
The water conjure a dark coffin,
Conflicted, will I play this game?

I observe the view below,
What does the future now bestow?
The waters are charging, crashing, changing,
Trapped, nowhere else to go.

I stand here on the crooked ledge,
Struggling in my last dredge,
The waters have created a beast,
Dark, I've made it to the edge.

Life, like a undeniable truth,
A sadness I must attend to,
The waters, the wager, the warrior,
The time is over, the lies renew.

Innocence has gone to the days past,
"What am I to do?" I ask,
The waters rise, to reveal my destiny,
The end has come, at last.

I walk on a cynical line,
This last stride was meant to be mine,
The waters are like gnashing graves, and vicious vigilantes,
The moon, it doesn't shine.

The time is slowly slipping away,
My vision is dwindling to a gray,
The waters tempt me to lure my soul,
The voice in my head tells me to stay.

Finally, I make up my mind,
My brain stops its horrific wind,
The waters welcome another body,
Disappearing, no one will find.

I was silently lifted,
As I saw my carcass drifted,
The waters are calm again, content at another victim,
The world has barely shifted.

City lights shine brightly as the sun would,
The invisible steps show where I once stood,
The waters swallowed me, into a new realm,
I suppose I could have never withstood.

As the horizon begins to light,
There are no traces of the night,
The waters conceal all vestige,
At the end, I don't need to fight.

Originally written on April 20th,
2015 © Crosswings