Tragedy - Christian Death

A distressed ship

Fired off her alarm, but no one ever heard

The cutter was found fathoms away

Leaving furrows deep to the bone

She lay there, motionless and bloody, in her lover’s arms

He was screaming at God, but He didn’t seem to hear

I applied my tourniquet unnecessarily

To this tragedy

The kiss of breath

Returned her to life’s vicious circle

A moment in the wrong direction

She was content to set sail

Into the endless valium sea

Bound for tragedy

A gale of her breath

Drew nearer to the shores

Of tragedy

The wounds which rise from her wrists

Announce the presence of the spirit

Hiding behind the mask of death

This vessel of life is loved ever so, so deeply

Therefore this time

She shall not embark

For the shores of

Tragedy

A return voyage to life