I am born of fire,
burst from charcoal black.
Charred and smoking,
My hands are cracked.
My skin flakes as i claw at my eyes
Smoke tickles my lungs
and lavishes over my blood.
I am tormented by the ghost of pleasure
seeking heartache within sparkling embers
My soul sings at fires highest flames
yet here i am stuck on this mortal plane.
I spend days yearning to burn.
years spent waiting for phantom pains to lick up my chest,
to charr my flesh.
I need to feel fire flicker across my face
I burn to have smoke choke my heart
until im nothing left than a pile of bones.
Nothing left for a scorching caress to eat away
Dust and ash left for the wind to sweep away
I am stuck in purgatory
burning without warning
wanting without burning
unable to appreciate
without decaying
I yearn to burn like I've been banished to live alone on the sun.
Chasing ghostfire to catch with bare hands
Until my fingers have no prints
until my skin has no blemish.
until the fire consumes me once for all.
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
