The White Submarine
Black sand, burning my feet
On this island of pestilence I stand
Each step, a searing heat
But only my heart will it brand.
Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
The bloodstained thorns puncture my body
Of these wounds I cannot recuperate
The healing offered by water is shoddy.
A visage of malice is here also
Day and night, the animal feasts on me
However its soul remains hollow
Even so, it may also consume of thee.
My heart was consumed long ago
There is an open hole in my chest
Where once I was but mortal, and lo
Now I may not be put to rest.
One night I lay awake in agony
My eyes permeated by the blackness of the sky
When right as the mercy of sleep reached me
A hopeful red light was tossed a-high.
In the morning I was awoken by the sun
Elated to find my burning pain was gone
Discovering no trial, but that my suffering was done
Looking to the sky, I saw a pink dawn.
Across the water I noticed a reflection
By the sun surely, it could be of no other device
Yet within me it stirred a certain affection
And in all my days I had not seen ripples so concise.
As the entity approached in the yielding waters
I noticed a sense of wholeness in my chest
A feeling came to me, known only by God's daughters
And a filled hole by my breast.
When suddenly with a vivacious elegance
The entity ascended, its clear sheen upheld
A lingering, wonderful display of benevolence
Undoubtedly just as bright in the depths it delved.
Before my eyes I beheld
A smooth metal vessel, understanding
Of all my pain it had shelved
And a bond between us banding.
On that day I received what I needed
Deep within me, a love was breeded
For that wonderful and understanding white submarine
Made my dead world come alive and come clean.
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