deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem Fire

Fire

This Fire is Black, Cold to the Touch and makes No Sound.
I stare upon the Celestial Flames as they Depict the Dark Desires of Ecstasy.
Help it i can Not to Feel the Ever-slow Beating of there Stranded Hearts at the Outreach of Fantasy.
Such Raw Primal.......this word that tries at no end to Escape me isn't want but NEED,
Yes oh yes NEED!!!
Such Raw Primal Need Transforms me into the most Shriveled Translucent yet Iridescent Spark.
Of all the Nights that Passed, for near these Agonizingly Beautiful Flames Day will Never Be, This Night it was a Deep Metallic and Bore only Me upon it's Mischievous Gleam.
Shutter at it i will so Long as i Live.
Written by The_Last_Viking (Joshua Aaron Park)
Published | Edited 26th Feb 2015
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 7 reads 811
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:02am by JiltedJohnny
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:28am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:01am by dimpy
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:24pm by Josh
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:18pm by Ahavati