In the arms of the Ocean (Kiah)
May 20, 2012 17:23:57 GMT -5
Post by ali on May 20, 2012 17:23:57 GMT -5
Looking out from underneath,
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me,
As before I went under.
The smell of blood and sweat filled the air, as the half dead Daria Staite was dragged across the dunes by her father. He had tried to seduce her again, and as always- she had struggled against it. Except this time, the girl had ended up tumbling down the stairs, landing in a broken heap at the bottom. At first thought- her father had thought it good that his daughter was possibly dead at the bottom of the stairs. She had been exterminated just like her wretched mother and sister had a long time ago. Second thoughts however, proved the situation was more frightening than he had first perceived; he would be killed for his crimes- not even his work could save him then. In a quick haste, he ran down the stair and got a closer look at the deaf girl. She had blood oozing out her head from somewhere, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing; so in a blind panic, he grabbed his daughter by the arms and dragged her body out back and over the sand dunes towards the salt marshes to bury his, somewhat still alive daughter.
And it's peaceful in the deep,
Cathedral where you cannot breathe,
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under.
Cathedral where you cannot breathe,
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under.
The mists clung to the ground- the silhouette of the man and the limp body he was carrying- stark black against the swirling grey clouds. He heaved and panted as he dragged her through the sharp maram grass. He tried to be quiet as possible, knowing walkers and people with dogs came this way often; even at this time of night when the moon was high in the sky among the stars that flickered somewhere deeply in the black abyss of space. He looked at his daughters head roll as he carried her, the blood still oozing from the unseen wound on her skull. He could have sworn he heard her groan, but he ignored it- he was too far gone now to turn back. The salt marshes lay in sight- the mud revealed by the low tide. He wouldn’t have to bury her deep, only a little- enough so when the tide came in she could still be swept out to sea never to be seen again. He glanced back at the lights of the house in the distance and thought of the moment she had fallen down the stairs and what pleasure that had given him.
And it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles onto the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.
Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.
A thousand miles onto the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.
Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.
He finally reached the mud flats- the slick brown drenched dirt squelched beneath his feet as he dragged his child out into the middle of the empty estuary. He let go of his daughter- her pale skin bright against the dark mud; her night gown torn and dirty, the rips and tears revealed the satisfying damage he had caused her- the scar he had inflicted when he had stabbed her that time, and 100’s of bruises and scratches from tonight’s failed activities. Bruises littered her body as well- the colour purple was painted on every inch of her body, red now also joining the painting he had done on Daria’s canvas of skin. He grinned maliciously- leaning down he began to dig his daughter a grave- a grave in which she would probably die in. Well, she would have- if he had not been interrupted by the sound of another person coming. Looking up, he could see the person heading his way. It was too late to finish now, the man thought to himself before he took of into the night- leaving his daughter on the mudflats
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,
And all this devotion was rushing out of me,
And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,
The arms of the ocean deliver me.[ Lyrics from:
And all this devotion was rushing out of me,
And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,
The arms of the ocean deliver me.[ Lyrics from:
Daria had been slipping in and out of consciousness since she had tumbled down her stairs when her father had tried to touch, hurt her again. Her head was throbbing, and she could feel the cold and death slowly wrapping their arms round her as blood seeped through her chocolate brown hair. She was afraid, she did not want to die- so when she felt her father lie her down on what felt like mud- Daria knew she was going to die. She felt afraid, up until the point she felt her father run away in fear of something that Daria could not see. Every time she moved, Daria she felt as if death and cold were wrapping themselves tighter round her body, ready to carry her off to the land beyond where dead things roamed. She tried to cry for help, but all that she managed to muster was a tiny mouse like wimper- that just barely passed through her lips as she made the sound. A lone tear rolled down Daria’s face as she stared up into the night.
Though the pressure's hard to take,
It's the only way I can escape,
It seems a heavy choice to make,
Now I am under.