Wash Over You

Contemplative Bleed, Dark Poetry by Scarlet Genesis

 Protected by The Freewill Writers Asylum Vaults since 2015

Protected by The Freewill Writers Asylum Vaults since 2015

Scarlet Genesis

Refreshing cool, tingles on my bare skin
Purifying, cleansing my soul from within
Grains of sand drip agonizingly slow
Suffering in misery, I await my final blow


Splash on my tongue filled with seawater and brine
Warm rays on my face, a horizon defined
Tormented discomfort, my demise soon begins
Excruciating, restless, on needles and pins


Finding my solace, breeze caressing my hair
No doubting at all, I have not a care
Hands are in motion, though remarkably idle
Leaving me listless, delayed arrival


Buoyant and airy so weightless, so free
Utterly unshackled, heart filled with pure glee
Lung capacity shrinks with each labored breath
Anticipating my rescue line, inevitable death


Embraced by the waters that soothe riled nerves
I’m securely coddled, so snug, well deserved
With each passing tick my termination looms
The Reaper growing nearer, treads into the room


Waves growing choppy, it’s time to seek refuge

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