Engulfed in a maelstrom;
you are the current that's dragging me down
into an empty cold place, my untimely demise,
but what a perfect death would it be
to die in your arms.
Now the pressure increases
and my ribs shatter, I feel the punctured lungs
and my breathing slows,
I send one final brave glance, a silent protest.
Looking down at my watery grave,
accepting my final burial.
And I see you smile
as you watch me suffer and die.
Makes me think of Leonardo Dicaprio,in the Titanic.
ReplyDeleteAnd I see you smile
ReplyDeleteas you watch me suffer and die.
Loved it!
dying to be reborn is how i interpret this so much so i feel ive been saved myself just by reading it. why not , arent we all born again each day? i mean after we awaken for those in the way up north :)
ReplyDeleteHamza - Oooh. Cause of the whole watery effect I reckon.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're reading my rants! :)
Red handed - Thank you :D
rivercat - Yes, love the thought. We're reborn everyday, every morning. Probably that keeps us going :)
I liked the feeling of cold that this gave and the atmosphere it created...cool
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my Death metal songs. Is it meant to be depressing, or is there a double meaning, as you wrote it?
ReplyDeleteThe feeling lioness - thank you :)
ReplyDeleteBurzum - no not depressing, i think its more of accepting, whatever is happening.
dying in the arms of the your love, the pain would be a pleasure..
ReplyDeletedidn't know you write dark too, i thought you were the happy-go-lucky-girly type :P
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I am happy go lucky :P
ReplyDeletebut its just easier to write sad stuff :D
I see...
ReplyDeleteIt was a mixture of the smiths and this girl I knew who wrote morbid poems. Memory refreshed. Thanks!
ReplyDeletehaha :)
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