Eternity.
Comforting heat , slowly wrapping around me like a cremation furnace.
I will bring you eternity.
A thick screen of grey and black smoke drifts its way into the air, watching the
burning pile it was born from.
Death is immanent.
I creep to the front of my stage, directly to the left of her, ignoring siren like screams of pain.
I feel powerful.
Charred hands beg silently for mercy, none is found.
Eluding the restraints, clots of skin drip steadily from its prison.
I’ve been seduced by my morbid thoughts. Actions no longer need reasoning.
Adrenaline forced into my veins , carry intense, uncontrollable, urges for more satisfaction.
Quietly I wait , standing, heart feeling explosive. My naked mind doesn’t think , only brands malevolent images into my eyes.
Laying there face down, no longer struggling for release.
At last, the torture was unbearable. Her soul departs forever.
Fire still raging, dances in a twisted celebration.
Regrets are extinct as I hesitantly escape this burning tomb.
I gave you eternity.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
I was challenged to write something that would plant an image. I tried my best and here it is.
Comments (5)
I hope this isn't a reflection of your true inner thought processes. Some things, I believe, would be best left unwritten let alone ... thought of.
Try something a little less repulsive - I think you have the talent for it!