Suicide River

Isolated by a river no one can see.

Bleeding by a river, no one can heal.

Red waters gracefully riding the wind.

Seeing the spirits of those who sinned.

The sky as blue as an angel's eye.

Dark clouds concealing the majestic sky.

Crows soar above the dead trees.

Insects drink from the noxious lilies.

Tears fall from the darkened clouds.

I wonder. Who cries on top of the clouds?

Listen carefully to hear the wails echo.

On the clouds, cries the harvester of sorrow.

A bell chimes across the land.

Dark clouds raining out blood.

I climb into a casket for cover.

Drifting along suicide river.

Children dance barefoot on broken glass,

they laugh for they cannot die twice.

Virgins sing a tune as they cut themselves.

I hear them singing to me;

"Cut yourself and show me what you bleed.

I cut and bleed just for the need.

Blood runs down my wrists and out my veins.

As I scream my lovers name."

Suicidal death greets me so warm.

Drifting through the phenomenon.

I begin to hear the cry of a lost white wolf.

Howling its sorrow to me.

Why am I here at suicidal river?

I try to glance at my own reflection in the waters.

But when I look, I see someone else's face.

Forever long I stay in this casket

floating down the murky red waters.

Author's Note

This was a dream I had.