calmly pierced

January 13, 2009
Crash into me:
The cries for help
The hope for life

Mind and body filled with disorder
Live or die
Save or be saved

Across the bow: the end
What seems likes minutes, really hours

A hundred piercing swords
Body goes numb
Shrieking shrills of pain

With every pierce,
Every shriek,
Bodies sink deeper to the ocean floor; the grave

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