Tag: poem
How to describe such a blood lust as this,
When hearing the preemptive breaking bones,
And the smell of flesh with a burning hiss,
As self-control vanishes in your moans.
As I return to some normality,
I feel very little of sense of care,
But I recall the sheer banality,
And I wish you farewell without a prayer.
A fire does burn across with a sharp hiss,
Scorching the Earth to her sacred core,
As I wandered down a burning crevice,
To meet the very flames her land did bore.
The grass had burnt to a cinder powder,
As I inhaled in the past ashen life,
The echoing laugh of fate grew louder,
And the fire took me as his wasted wife.