whirlpool
By aiwaz
my soul tonight is as a whirlpool churning the sea into clouds of salt white foam. swirling about the edge of abyss a ship now approaches notice its broken mast it sails torn and tattered its course fixed on the appetite that feeds the greed of the jaws of void. sailors now line the decks and utter prayers under curses the circular motion has already begun into the heart of the ocean. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:25 AM PST 0 • 10
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"my soul tonight is as a whirlpool..."