𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇

I am a sea.
I am the madness
within the ocean bed,
broken and tired, yet alive
like currents that allow the ocean
to embrace the sound
of dead men and
broken promises, kissing their
foreheads, as if they were her own.

my skin bleeds and I can
feel the warmth of
nothingness stroking me
from the inside, my hair
brushed by the waves of the
ocean, by little pretty fishes,
by the beating heart of her
that refuses to be broken
and bury her pieces to
the depth of her flesh,

the ocean is strong and
its beauty is indestructible.
One day, when the world
fights over what is trivial,
the waters of the ocean will beckon unto them
to see the wonders of what
her waves could provide.

I am a sea of broken promises
and remnants of a million
kisses on my skin,
a sea of ashes of worn out bullets,
that hit me in the heart,
blew my chest away to shreds
but I have left those pieces safe beneath her waters,

the waters of the ocean will
keep those pieces safe, and
I will be able to brush through
those dark sheets
with ease and
and feel blood bleeding from
my soul soaking into them.

Just like the currents
of the ocean
that harbors predators that
protect her soul,
I wish to be like her,
one that cannot be broken or
thrown away, but leaves a
mark and covers the heart of
the earth with the warmth in
her waves.

She is the ocean.
Beautiful and
Indestructible.