I think this fire wants to eat me,
To swallow my very being.
It likes to show me it's wings,
Made of flying, leaping flames.
I think this water wants to devour me,
To cover my very soul.
It's icy claws long and sharp,
Made by the beautiful waves you see today.
The wind wishes only to have me erased,
To swirl my existence into oblivion.
Watching with it's forever eyes,
Created by the wonderful sun and moon.
The earth wishes to crush me,
To have me return to its hearth.
With its great teeth,
Mountains made jagged and forlorn.
This world wishes to bring me back from whence I came.
I think I'll let it,
As long as I never have to see you again.
-Me, Nov. 12, 2016
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
