It rains acid,
Gifting me a heat I never felt before,
Taking something I never could get rid of,
And it keeps asking me for more.
It brightens me with stars,
It covers me with warmth,
I lose myself as it flows to my heart,
And the fire breaks some more.
I cherish the moment,
A fragrance so evaporating,
I deny your condolence,
I breeth with inferno, but contemplating:
Is this acid worth a blow?
A blow to my chest, or into my nose?
Is it the way I want to flow,
Or is it a word spoken to forget my own core?
From which I have fallen,
Like raindrops before me,
And grew and blossomed
Just so it could control me.
Oh, I breathe...
With smoke,
With air,
With acid...
I breathe...
There comes the inferno,
It's here, I found it!
Right beside my soul,
I lost it...
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Spiral Lights: Into the Unknown
Poetry"The healthy dead had once walked alive, only to turn a lifetime into a year. Fitting insanity into a needed tide and loom at its great love to fear. So remember the day, remember the night, Flowing, but lifeless, yet bright. Walking beside you, un...
