Gothic-Surrealism

Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

Arise

So long I've rested beneath the soil,

hidden from the pen.

 

A cold blanket of rock and earth immure me.

A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.

 

Rise…

 

My waking head tilts;

parting the walls of this prison.

 

The metaphor of my body splinters the coffin lid;

cleaving the earth above.

 

No more silence…

 

this voice shall fight its rasp.

Fused eyelids shall part.

 

A seed gives birth deep within a crevice,

its new form crawls to the light.