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Heaven Is Raining Down On Me (It Burns, Gods, It Burns)

Cradled in the arms of my mother,

I sway softly to the beat of the sea.

Enjoying the peaceful scenery.

As I lay flat on my back,

wood groaning under the weight of me,

With my eyes directed 

to that heavenly scene above me. 

Smile lines dancing on my plump cheeks.

 

When suddenly the song of the sea

turns into a nausea inducing melody.

The gentle hands that used to stroke my ship,

now lashing out and climbing their way up.

Swaying heavily from side to side,

I rise and begin to search for a place to hide.

Light then blinds my eyes.

A lighthouse shines bright in the distance,

a beacon of hope.

 

The light whispers promises 

of soft nights and warmth, 

in the safety of the land. 

No more taunts of cold and dark

from the endless abyss below.

I have now transformed into a moth,

soaring through the skies,

flapping my wings freely, I shall rise.

My days spent in the dark will become history,

The future has never looked so bright.

I am no longer a sailor,

lured in by the sweet song of the sea.

Inevitably crashing and consumed by the deep.

 

I sail closer and closer to the shore.

To the one that I adore.

I can already feel the light’s slender fingers 

spreading warmth all over my hollow cheeks.

Gone will be the dark days, 

terrified of what lurks beyond all I could not see,

and there will come the days of light.

Moving forward hastily,

I have almost reached the land

when the light robs me of my sight.

 

I cannot see.

the rocks waiting for me.

I cannot see,

the light smiling wickedly.

I cannot see,

the waves desperately crashing against the rocks,

trying to tear them down,

trying to save their child.

I cannot see,

as the world explodes into a flood of light.

 

I am thrown on my back,

the wood of my deck splintering under my weight.

The light burns my delicate eyes.

I squeeze them shut

and pretend the fiery sparks raining down on me

Are from that heavenly scene 

I used to gaze lovingly at every night.

Once upon a time.

Cradled in the arms of my mother,

I sway softly to the beat of the sea.

🌷(5)

tragedylife

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