Dancing on fire hurt at first.
The flames would dance upon my skin
And suffocate the muscles I danced with.
The pain was vigorous
And it'll never end.
How else should I live?
You don't want to hear my screams
For they would haunt your dreams.
You cannot feel my pain
You'd be enveloped in flames.
I've grown use to the fire,
To this succulent flame,
And when it rains,
I'll get too okay,
And worse comes this pain.
So I have to keep on dancing,
Keep in my personal hell,
Cuz if I try to leave again
One might walk on in instead,
Cuz the fire never ends.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems of Death
Poesia***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
