The algae surrounding the whirlpool inside her mind,
stirs up the confusion within...
While the toxins permeate, her eyes begin to turn blind,
fueling her hopeless ego...
And breaking apart the tireless, uprooted signs,
she has planted yet another...
A seed, becoming more and more alike to her own kind.
***
Fear is all it takes to bring the proud to their knees,
for the blossom that awaits...
Never gives in to the warning of those who seek to see,
so she evolves into a black veil...
Covering her tears, she must fake it to believe,
yet another drop of poison...
Tasting it and allowing herself to be of the deceived.
***
This woman of the ocean, of rot and of decay,
lies within her passion of misery...
Grasping at memories of the Dead Sea, day by day,
for it lies deeply sunken within her...
Forsaking all upon the shores of this mystical bay,
and the salts of sweet freedom...
A prison of weathered emotion, forever she will pay.
...until next time...
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