Crimson blood falling on Ashen memories
Setting ablaze my disdainful thoughts
Running away from the sound of my own blood sizzling on coals as dark as my heart
I run in vain
I realize that now
The smoke…
IT LINGERS IN MY CLOTHES
IT HAS SETTLED IN MY SKIN
IT HAS PERMEATED MY MIND
I RUN FOR NOTHING
I can only dream of the day… no…
I yearn for the day that someone will catch me
And wash these Ashen memories off of me with their Love
But that day will never come
Why would I dare force someone to tread through the hot coals for me?...
I will forever stay cold, dark, and unwanted
My heart… what’s left of the charred ashes at least
Can only lust
I will never know true love
I return to my Ashen graveyard
Warmed by the now black blood on the Crimson coals
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Author:
DeathInGrey (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2016 02:23
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great write. I had that happen once went to write a happy poem, though when I finished it turned into a nightmare. maybe I'll publish it sometime
If you do, I'd be more than happy to read it and thank you my friend
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