My Many Deaths
There is a plague
Inhabiting my mind
It has been lingering
For some time
But now
It has finally killed me
With this a river starts to flow
I’m thrust along
In rapid song
My head flipped round confronts a rock
And diluted blood begins to run
This concludes with death number one
I lay upon the river shore
Feeling hopeless as I felt before
I hear someone coming to see
They found their food, that being me
I’m now introduced to my second death
As they rip apart my body and take away my breath
I rise from the ground, which I just was a part
And I use what is left of my cells
To find myself a boat that sails
I take the last of my will onto waves of the moon’s art
And I stop to see my third death below
But with a slip of my foot, down to it I go
I awoke in the sand to a reflection of my face
Her eyes were wet not with ocean but with pain
I saw her face spent as she stabbed me with such a weight
To where I was no longer a person, but only a name
So here my final death was on the beach
Where my blood mixed with the foam
It turned the waves from white to red
As it covered me, dead and alone
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