Dec 2016
A dead whale washes up upon my beach
With sand in my eyes I climb inside her carcass
And sit silent inside her corpse
Riding the decay unto the shores of a new world
Beached and rotten we find land green with life
The trees are slender and birds sing
I emerge from the death, growing wings
Here is my rebirth
Straight from the rot.
With sand in my eyes I climb inside her carcass
And sit silent inside her corpse
Riding the decay unto the shores of a new world
Beached and rotten we find land green with life
The trees are slender and birds sing
I emerge from the death, growing wings
Here is my rebirth
Straight from the rot.
- this is mainly about me trying to grow past my depression, I am finding life and I will leave that decay behind me -
