Drowning
These crimson tears fall down my face
And onto my naked body
I cover my mouth so no one hears my cries
And they wont have to witness this ocean
Half full with my blood
Which was she to make the pain go away
Here comes the rush
Quick as the wind flowing out of my womanhood
The amount is more than I think I can bear
As my breath begins to decrease
My ocean is filling up swiftly
But I am pleased with every minute of it
After a while I'll be free
No longer burning in this firey furnace we call Earth
I'll be with my saviour
Born again and white as snow
These thoughts make me cry harder
but this time tears of joy and happiness
This blood is suffocating me now
I cry harder to make death come quicker
I close my burning eyes and wrap my arms around myself
And I feel the arms of an angel rocking me gently as well
I stay this way for a while
Until I hear a sweet melodious voice say
Servant, well done
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