Whooshing of waves lulls ache,

Almost calming against tightly wound restraints,

A clear blue granting the greatest desire,

Dreamlike, the bright light whispering,

It's velvet voice coaxing the locks, the determination

The fight, no longer important, useless

For I had touched the devil's water,

The sin relinquishing its clench on misery,

Thick liquid is swallowed, overwhelming sensation

Peaceful in a way the ocean can't compete,

Burning chases the pain with its own,

Morphing life into a dark cavern of serenity,

Released magic now accomplished,

The deed has been done,

Ocean roars as my eyelids close

Purifying Sin 4/5/11

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