meta - phorical / amphetamine

Stream of good chemicals, coursing through my veins, tickling my nerves.

Friday, April 07, 2006

The waves come in fast.

Small troughs expose a rocky surface. Scratches till its sore. Bleeds till it dies.

A MASSIVE CREST! Towering above me. Demeaning, impending white-wash doom. Here I lie.

Watch how it's teeth are unsheathed. Jaws gape open, swallow me whole please.

Instead it rips and tears, my skin parts like a zipper, I fall to my knees.

Churn once inside, stew it up, heart and lungs. Add some spice, it's suppertime.

Bubbling blood can't reach the brain but I can hear the deathbell chime.

Write of me and who I dreamt I could be and said I would be.

Tell your children I was the greatest, the boldest, the legacy.

Think of me, bobbing here on this ocean, rinsing with the foam.

Think of me, weathering the storm, wishing I was home.

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