Saltwater veins carry her blood
From her hurricane heart,
As the tides crash and relapse
To and fro.
Her hurricane heart -
Whirling.
Writhing.
Seething.
Trying to find rest
Along a lonely shore
But alas! - rest will never come.
Rely on the tides
Montonous ebb and flow.
Her soul, the eye of the storm
Frayed on the edges, yet quiet within,
Tries in vain to mend the destruction
In which her hurricane heart has caused -
Tries in vain to mend the brokenness of others.
Thus relies on the tides come and go.
Her mind, a tidal wave,
Sweeping calm cities to their ruin,
Depends also on her saltwater veins.
The tides.
Curse the ebb.
Curse the flow.
Let the tides crash no more.
Let her die.
Let her sink to Davy Jones Locker
Alone on the ocean floor.
10,000 leagues below.
And let the ocean roar.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
شِعرThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
