Wings of Tragity
The current pulls me in, not out.
But how can something this beautiful be treacherous?
This shooting pain hidden inside me.
It feels like cancer, and feels the damn sea.
The current is hard, like a riptide.
Its too strong for a girl like me.
Why am i here, i didn't walk?
The last place i was was my bedroom at midnight.
Then that bright light flashed in my eye.
Is this it? Am i going to die?
I'm receding can't go forward I'm stuck.
Am I in quicksand? What is this stuff?
Then i open my eyes and i see,
All this horror, was just a dream.
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