The Call of the Water
Mystic nymph, talk to me
Hold my hand as I descend,
Into the depths of darkness
Where the world has turned upside down,
I’ve been trying to believe,
But when I see the Sun, black
The Moon golden bright,
There is no reality anymore
All is but a concept,
A calming word above a burning wound,
A false place, the cradle of illusion,
Is where I rock her into sleep
Her body turned cold.
There is no protection,
from the Black Sun,
It has blinded her eyes already,
Turned it inside out, the white iris staring forward,
And there is potentially nothing else left,
To do,
Then to walk straight into the water,
The only hesitation remains,
How can a half-dead, blind child fight against that,
Is that really the answer,
To annihilate her,
The purest form of the rotten world,
And the final product of this sullen existence,
Is it really the way, to destroy ourselves, to then
Begin the creation over and over again?
