NO ONE FOUND

April 3, 2011
By Anonymous

Her head sways back, she’s finally free,
Lingering just long enough to seize the sun’s beam
She glides gently down to the floor of the sea.

Previous presence of cold-clouded misery
Withering and aching, her heart’s redeem
Her head sways back, she’s finally free.

Lungs bursting with salty rusted debris
Being afraid of fear; courage’s only dream,
She glides gently down to the floor of the sea.

Prolonged analysis of insanity
A lack of muse, her young life’s theme,
Her head sways back, she’s finally free.

Muffled rejoices her final decree,
With bloody trident, concluded regime,
She glides gently down to the floor of the sea.

Floating alongside coral-colored anemone
Lingering just long enough to engulf moonbeam
Her head sways back, she’s finally free
She glides gently down to the floor of the sea.



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