Borrowed me?
Took my sleepy hand and dragged me down,
To the sea, below the sound and the rush,
If you did, it was a good plan,
Better than my own.
And, did you guess that you'd take back the nice things that were said
Replace them, with horrific things you did.
Cold pulse. burning breath.
I never saw your face, through the mask,
all the recognition from
When you looked in the mirror and noticed it gone.
Innocence and sweet incomprehension,
Covered now with fiery snow, blood
Flakes of skin peeling.
like a heart
Pricked with white.
Veiled with memories of stone, in heads strong sight.
Death poems have to be left alone to be judged by others whereas a death wish has to be looked into. Drowning is quite horrible as involves more time and hopeless beating with helpless hands inside the furious depths. What is intriguing to me is why you choose such themes? Come out with an optimistic note as well, please Amber Maria Moon..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despite the note, pretty unclear!