Sapphiresarcophagus


The safest I will be is in ashes scattered,
Amongst ocean currents and palm trees,
When I'm dead I won't be able to fear the monsters,
That fill empty spaces like intervals of time between seconds,
The monsters with legs made of paper-thin razors,
To slice at my insecurities,
The monsters with brass knuckle covered hands,
To bruise my soul, black and blue,
Broken capillary dreams and twisted nerve hopes.
My monsters,
Have the eyes of every person,
who used me for things other than my mind
The safest I will be is in ashes scattered,
Amongst ocean currents and palm trees,
Because when I am in a billion pieces,
No one will be able to put together all the thoughts I had,
When I was 17 and suicidal.
The safest I will be is in ashes scattered,
Amongst ocean currents and palm trees,
And that is when I will finally have my peace.

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