They say Hephaestus is the greek god of fire,
For I know because it burns deeply in my soul,
Perhaps it is my will to escape,
These depths of hell you have the guts to call life.
But this is no life I want,
I'd rather rot in hell itself,
Maybe then it would at least be better than this fake plethora.
So I would like to say goodbye.
To the flame that burns in my heart,
The hatred that sears the veins,
The fire that fuels my will to live,
Because now,
There is no point.
I see nothing on the road ahead.
Goodbye Hephaestus.
YOU ARE READING
The Age of Starlight
Poetrya book of poetry written in the shadows of the night, with the stars as the only light. while the age of starlight was at it's peak. *completed*
