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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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