broken riddles


dementia






crying flames on the skyline




hope prouting angst like grass

then up in flames and raining ash


charred wood chains for binding
lost when tim re-writes itself

now everythings blown to dust and somewhere near hell


please



someone





seperate me from my tolmes of carbon saddness

my pen leaks thought



and they reek of maddness




me and the barbed wire brick i stand upon

i can believe in not but this brick and ash from then on




there's a fire in the mountain


a fire flower fountain




look how tiny the match is


now my bed lies under a blanket of ashes



the eruption is an avalanche of flame






a broken frame of mind




what i want...



like some of you.....







is something i cannot define












but the only thing i've realized
















what i've found at last is, life's a burning ember





and i am its strange ash

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others