She sleeps in a dark abyss,
sealed with a fated fatal kiss
water slowly pouring, filling the space within
she begins to take these last breaths,
accepting the death that comes with these sins.
Screams are deafened by gurgle of her lungs
strum your guitar, echo through the waves,
maybe she could hold her breath long enough
to navigate these deep caves…
Drowning in the silence,
she thinks of each memory she had erased;
and the ticking of clocks winding down,
due to the distance and time and space.
It won’t be long now,
the water now mixes with sand,
vision’s become blurred,
almost too late for a rescue hand..
It’s so dark here,
and a familiar song is on repeat.
Muffled by the muddy water,
now concreting her feet.
If only she could find a light,
an opening to escape,
then maybe she could find the breath
But alas she kneels sinking,
into the sand that has claimed her sadness.
And she’s no longer thinking clearly
becoming much more friendly with the madness…
Heartbeats slowing, echoing like a drum,
slowly reversing back all the pain,
as she begins to leave this slum….
She begins to smile in the struggle,
succumbing to the release of this horrible pain,
the voices of torment, finally being muzzled.
There’s a light…she hopes is a sunrise,
but alas, it can’t be, in this deep demise.
Nonetheless, it calls to her, foolish as it seems,
she feels it’s finally her call to redeem.
The light is warm,
far from the cold, damp waters that have kept her here..
Is it true, is is over?
These decades of cold pain,
held down by the most massive of boulders.
She closes her eyes, one final time.
To open them now, would take a supernatual force of change.
She’s never been so dead, to be so alive.
No one else left to blame.
It’s beautiful here,
although the light is blinding.
and almost all the chains are gone,
that had once caused the binding.
This new life of freedom, is a mystery.
almost scary, to this new she.
Everything she could imagine,
in a life free from pain.
And all the time that was wasted,
is now hers to gain.
She takes off running,
no destination in sight.
A hesitant smile on her face,
arms open wide.
Runs fast through fields of clover,
falling and rolling in laughter.
She thinks for a moment,
all the heartache was worth it,
for this ever after..
She doesn’t even know how much time has went by,
or if time even exists here.
She only knows that as far as she can see,
everything has never been more clear.
Freedom lives here.
And now, so does she?
She second guesses for a moment,
on what the catch might be.
Having never felt deserving,
or that she earned a fleet of bliss.
She runs again to find the damage.
Storm clouds appear in the distance,
and the ground begins to shake.
And all the clovers she had knelt in,
begin to melt away.
Vines begin to chain her,
to ground that briefly was this bliss.
The winds fly through so strongly,
it takes her breath away.
And the storm clouds once in the distance,
begin to steal the light of day.
It’s too late to realize,
this daydream is over,
and her hell has once again risen.
What once was her freedom,
is once again becoming her prison.
A mind never truly happy.
A soul never quite saved.
She slowly begins to wake,
as this violent storm tries to take her away.
The wake is no more freeing,
than the winds that ripped through that field.
Or the mind that she is trapped in,
deciding the things that are real.
She awakes coughing up water,
choking on sand,
wipes it from her face,
preparing to start the day again.
She tells herself that someday,
the freedom will be real.
And all the light that filled her face,
is something she’ll one day feel.
This is her brain.
These are her chains.
These are her truths.
And this she is…………. me.
that will surely drown her again