Volumes to rent out, volumes to sink into, dense as the fog over mountains and deep as the ocean itself. Thoughts come and leave. Thoughts etch themselves Upon the brain cells, which will eventually die and be replaced, losing the etch that holds diamonds far greater than kohinoor itself. Hence its time to transit them to somewhere safe, somewhere...immortal. I claim this site...
Friday, February 18, 2011
BURN
Black flames of anger,
Twine, entwine
Around the Fire God's curse,
That is my heart,
Burning to the core,
Seething,smoldering.
Of hell and tartarus,
The pit-fiend and daemon,
Of arrogance and pride,
Clawing at my soul
Beckoning, promising.
The black sun casts
Long-drawn shadows
within my eyes,blinding,
Enticing, unforgiving.
No pity to be found
No mercy salvaged
From the rubble of my soul.
No hatred to drive me,
No apathy required.
Just myriad of colors
fills me,
As I watch the world burn
As does my heart...
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