Journey

Bleed
at the cliffs of abandon,
one with the rock-side scraping your backside,
there is an ocean pounding down below
that I know
but you stare at the sky, as you lie,
"tell me all your problems but that water, oh that water is dark."
Come, bleed in the dark water then. And I'll take you on a journey.

Ice I find in your veins, turned to icicle rains
bleed out on the pebbles, tongue tangy with metals
the earth licks your ice up, the sea bites your bones up
embrace this fire, tornadoing higher
and ask if my dark problems are doing alright.

I'll take you on a journey. Bleeding out in the dark water.
I'll tell you my problems. But we have to go underwater.
What judgements are these, of the pounding dark ?
There is an ocean pounding down below
that you are scared to know
are you afraid of the dark, dark, dark;
witnessing a heart
beneath cliffsides jagged with the cut apart?
Bleed, you, bleed,
and abandon your sky to an eager sea.