The Buoy
Dark eyes scour landscape
Under black surf I lie,
Sinking
Sinking
Torch light flaring to the
Soundtrack of melodic screaming,
My identity lost to the wind
Senses failing
Pain numbing
Flashes of sadness
Memories raped of meaning
A stabbing pain and it's all gone now,
And I lie
Waiting
Waiting
To join them in the burning bliss
That is death
Blood red thunder
Breaks the surface of my conscience
And I'm rising
Pain distant
Numbness gone
I gaze into the eyes of my saviour
My crimson angel with
Those cold, hard epitomes of darkness
They pierce my heart before
He licks the wound
And it's all better