Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Sept 22, 2011 2:47:35 GMT -5
A/N: Ipod poetry xP
We burn from the inside out
It burns in my heart:
pain that is no pain at all
but the sensation of fierce unwavering
longing
for darkness.
It hasn't receded.
For a sunrise that still lingers
in the deep blue of twilight.
This poem crumbles apart in my hands
words that rise up but only drown
in the dawning tide;
it is like all things I've never done
and will never know.
These are the shadows I long for:
a glimpse of something so much better --
full of agony as long as it rides the sharp blade of desire.
I am sick
and it pollutes everything. Everything --
will I cry or simply fade away?
It is my heart that burns for life
and will continue to burn
regardless of misery or torment.
August 9 2011
We burn from the inside out
It burns in my heart:
pain that is no pain at all
but the sensation of fierce unwavering
longing
for darkness.
It hasn't receded.
For a sunrise that still lingers
in the deep blue of twilight.
This poem crumbles apart in my hands
words that rise up but only drown
in the dawning tide;
it is like all things I've never done
and will never know.
These are the shadows I long for:
a glimpse of something so much better --
full of agony as long as it rides the sharp blade of desire.
I am sick
and it pollutes everything. Everything --
will I cry or simply fade away?
It is my heart that burns for life
and will continue to burn
regardless of misery or torment.
August 9 2011