Waves

 

It is not the first wave that drowns you. But the second one, followed by the third and the barrage of recurring waves.
The feeling of fear. fear of drowning. The sensation of being pulled down, deep into the cold heart of the oceans
Whats more horrifying is our perception of the calmness carried inside the oceans
It is when you begin to feel the fear slithering in the spine that we begin to see the wickedness of the calm
Unseen, lying deep inside. Lurking under the loud waves as if meant to look God like... The Calm!
Why do we fight so hard against the crashing waves? Does it even matter.
Knowing a bigger one is already above our head full of thoughts.
The struggle, the flapping, the sensation of going blind but hyper sensitive to the thumping of the heart beat
Occasional baptism into fear, being pulled down and coughed out
Isn't it a beautiful game.  Our struggle to seek light. Our struggle to survive.
An emotion filled with rage and fear, what do you call it?
Our struggle for one final chance. Cowards bastards!

But what lies beyond that fear? Embracing darkness and filling it up to the brim
Lying motionless, not struggling. The feeling of letting go.
The feeling of floating with the waves.
Going blind intentionally until the new sight is restored
Turning rage into a lump of darkness
Like a black hole... hungry... yet fearsome
That sensation of seeing the cowardly side of the self
that disgust one feels about he self
that rage bubbling within
unsettling rail of voices, the more you suppress the more you hear
What if we embrace all of it.
Do we become monsters?

The people, the society, the religion... parasites
Push into darkness, make one feel powerless, educate and preach the ways to seek light only to imprison in darkness again
How many times have we sung the Lacrimosa
For once, what if we begin to embrace the darkness within.
Feel it, drink it, eat it, breathe it, become it
begin to see it and see through it.
half ass weak heart buried to rot and become fodder for the worms
let it rot while a new one is born
let it perish into light while a new one is born
its that moment we realize how powerful we're

The moment we stop struggling in the waves
the moment we look at the wickedness of calm
the moment we become one with the dark-side of the self we so dearly avoided
Sing a requiem and be born, anew!