The sky is set a blaze with an orange fire and a bright crimson moon is filling the cold dark autumn night, as the coals I once called my heart sets alone in it's depths. Craving the fire that is so close yet so far, the heat I can feel from the blazing sky makes me feel alive and I lust for blood crimson like the moon to fill my veins once more and start a spark in my once whole heart, to make it blaze with a hells fire. The feeling I wanted to feel the most dreadful and wonderful of feelings, it was love, not just any love it was the kind of love people will tell about in stories, the kind of love that murders you inside but makes you enjoy it. The feeling of love that once burned within me was now stolen. It would make you feel as if you were on fire but the agony you felt from it's flames was nothing compared to the pleasure you received. I have felt it before and now I earn for those feelings once more, the last I felt it it burnt bright and scorched my soul to ash. My heart went up in black smoke and red embers but I wish for it once more I need the spark to start a burning within my soul to set it ablaze and bind the coals that now set where my heart once was, bind the coals together and restore my scorched heart.
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Vita et morte
Poesia" Vita et Morta" means Life and Death, and that's what my poems are about, our lives and our deaths. The Bible verses at the end of my poems are to show that there is hope and love in God and that we matter to him and since my poems don't offer tha...
