The waters crash,
burns my skin,
The title waves,
I'm falling in.
Sinking to the rocks below,
I don't fear it anymore.
Twists and turns,
Brambles and thorns,
Already seen the other side.
Heard every note,
Felt every silk,
What's left for me to do?
Where to go when it's all gone?
Waist away in darkness.
Just to feel alive again.
If a bullet to my head is what it takes,
I guess there's suicide tonight.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
