The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

It

It came unexpected.
No one knew It was coming.
Suddenly, It came,
and nobody knew where to run.
For a moment,
all was frozen.
And then everything was washed away.
The Sea surged with laughter,
watching us become defeated.
Like a giant shroud, It laid us asleep;
whispering a sweet lullaby into our ears
and rocking us in our giant cribs.
Sheltering Her children in Her colossal arms;

Mother Nature soothing Her precious minerals.
The bodies gliding, floating, wafting, laying
— like trunks hovering in the water;
the leaves lessening into the sinkhole;
the life being rippled prematurely;
the skin burning into sulphur.
Creasing and shredding.
Rapidly shrinking,
the bubbles failing to grasp for air.

Crimson refurbishing the water
— now the Red Sea.
The fragrance of body fluids sweltering the area and the cold-heat of the plasma staining.
Fish dying.
All the skeletons becoming ornaments — decomposing until all is terminated.