When The Iron Forms

Around me are bulbs, 

Bright and fluorescent,

Or scattered like glitter,

Not dimming nor spent.

Against the terrific abyss,

To you I'm invisible.

A sight not meant to see,

Unimportant, infinitesimal.

"Burn brighter", I cry,

But what use it it?

I remain in the sky

As nothing more 

Than nothing.

Burn brighter, I try,

But what good is it?

What purpose have I to exist?

Desperation exhausts,

But thrill it brings.

With every strain I create,

Hotter I burn.

With all the energy I drain,

"Brighter!" I earn.

So quickly I spin,

That the universe blurs.

No more bulbs.

No more glitter.

No more taunt.

No hidden titter.

Just me, and my rays.

"O, how glorious!"

"O, how bright!"

Hotter I'm burning,

Denser I'm forming.

Madder I'm cackling,

Bluer I'm turning.

I feel sick with speed,

High with adrenaline.

I buzz with energy,

And laugh out:

"Look at me!"

"I fluoresce,

I glitter,

I'm brighter,

I'm better!"

Soon I burn so bright,

I shield my own eyes.

I spin so fast,

That I'm paralysed.

I try to reach out and grab,

Cling to and hold,

Someone, anyone,

To uncrease the fold.

But my hands seize nothing,

For far away from me,

Distant and fleeing,

The stars that used to be.

I look around and see,

Only eyes watching me.

I begin to wobble,

I begin to shake.

I burn hotter and hotter,

Scorching my own flame.

Denser and denser,

Faster and faster.

"Help me!" I cry,

But still they watch.

Control slips my grasp,

As my energy multiplies.

But then my inside shifts,

My core becomes uprooted.

So weighed down am I,

I am left depleted,

As my energy exhausts,

The iron forms within me,

More dense than I could be.

Too far I have pushed myself,

Down a path not meant for me.

Unsatisfied by what I had,

Desiring what I wouldn't be.