Author: tolerate PM
I headed towards death's crumbling island.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 80 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3010598
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Sailing on a swinging little pendulum—
like an anchor dropped in my heart,
locked tightly in the heavy arms and
tangled softly, messily in the hair.
But I was on the ship that heads
towards Death's sinking island to just
watch it all crumble while I drown myself
in my own ocean I call misery.
O, the fool I was; very greatly so:
the blank, loud echoing words ran through while I
pause the time to recall distant memories.