Wounds they scream their pain upon my skin, My blood saws itself, scars reveal, the hurt carves deep within drying the very paint of my salty tears on my cheeks, I am the surface of the ocean, I am the wrath that waves, I am revengeful, sometimes I am a saint.
Deep within I am a beauty, I am the sea, I am the sacred curse overflowing with greed, I grieve, struggling to breath. Help me breed, grow my roots turn them into apple trees, not for Adam nor Eve, just for me. I’d love you fiercely till infinity, water your seeds, harvest the weed, plug the dying leaves, success may bloom.
The world is dying, but so are we, society turned your soul unfree before adolescence chained your mind into command, a prisoner to puberty’s remiss. Bathe all your fears away, insecurities away in my water, my innocence and praise.
I am the prayer, I am the dream, I am the spark floating with ease, sometimes calm, always free. Tides purge, my voice echoes violently demanding release, emotions dancing in ocean rooms, expressing sorrowful blues, deeper in the wild waters higher senses… I am a Beautiful Dream.
-Mosso
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