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At ocean's end
My mind is far beyond rest now, as we near the edge of the sea
This heart dreadfully aware of something cruel creeping through;
Crawling against darkness, approaching us in a calculated stealth
Because I will find you, I venture into death’s arms, my sword free;
Chin against a rushing light that burn my eyes with thoughts of you
Page drawn into a journal again, as before my one and only wealth
In the face of every new beginning, inside her, I simply could forgive
Pray even within a belief in the human pursuit and finally getting out,
And as I am beckoned again, edging forward into this Sumerian tomb
Appearing between the shy, ripped apart by this once beautiful spirit
Indeed this splendour will arise as a thieve, deep inside - retrieve
Only the solemn memories of a whimper, a wishing, and the shout
Where the wind, as I look wayward and view – the value of a womb
Then still within the essence chant as a child suspended in motion
Always and forever woken from deep a dream with a twitch of pain
The guard who cannot sleep within my heart bleeding, wakes pride
And suddenly the hidden eye opens and the distraction goes astray,
Almost certainly aware at once - the presence of those I cannot call!
But now as I drift toward a dangerous island; my heart in dire disdain
Tapping whimsical beats, for again the shadows awake, demons cried
And the angels, once fluent in the language of my every lover, fly away
Warmth replaced with the bitter taste of a chill when concrete waves fall!
This heart dreadfully aware of something cruel creeping through;
Crawling against darkness, approaching us in a calculated stealth
Because I will find you, I venture into death’s arms, my sword free;
Chin against a rushing light that burn my eyes with thoughts of you
Page drawn into a journal again, as before my one and only wealth
In the face of every new beginning, inside her, I simply could forgive
Pray even within a belief in the human pursuit and finally getting out,
And as I am beckoned again, edging forward into this Sumerian tomb
Appearing between the shy, ripped apart by this once beautiful spirit
Indeed this splendour will arise as a thieve, deep inside - retrieve
Only the solemn memories of a whimper, a wishing, and the shout
Where the wind, as I look wayward and view – the value of a womb
Then still within the essence chant as a child suspended in motion
Always and forever woken from deep a dream with a twitch of pain
The guard who cannot sleep within my heart bleeding, wakes pride
And suddenly the hidden eye opens and the distraction goes astray,
Almost certainly aware at once - the presence of those I cannot call!
But now as I drift toward a dangerous island; my heart in dire disdain
Tapping whimsical beats, for again the shadows awake, demons cried
And the angels, once fluent in the language of my every lover, fly away
Warmth replaced with the bitter taste of a chill when concrete waves fall!
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