You look down at the fire
The people drowning in it
It's something you admire
To you, a glorious pit
You sit at the edge
Why do you want the fire?
You wait to make your pledge
You stare at the fire
You reach in your hand
And embrace the pain
People wonder how you stand
They don't understand it's in vain
You think you like the agony
The agony you don't know
You are leading yourself into tragedy
You want a painful blow
You sit at the fire again
You see those in pain
You want it
You think you have tasted it
So you jump in
and then you realize
the pain is real
and it hurts
you scream
you thrash
you try and get out
but you can't escape
You chose this
YOU ARE READING
Afternoon Philosophies || Poetry
PoetryThis is just random poetry I come up with on the spot. It is depressing more than anything else but it is just how I feel at the time.
