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A fire in the night
a fire in the night
yin and yang
polar opposite
bipolar
mental disorder
the path to the light
runs through the night
the holy pyre
born of hellfire
two becomes one
darkness shines like the sun
in madness embracing the two
knowing it our due
spirits revealed
just to feel
pleasure and pain
humanities gifts to gain
hiding
fear and biding
afraid of getting burned
blistered scars earned
falling to my knees
if only you could see
weeping
spirits leaping
I am no longer sleeping
yin and yang
polar opposite
bipolar
mental disorder
the path to the light
runs through the night
the holy pyre
born of hellfire
two becomes one
darkness shines like the sun
in madness embracing the two
knowing it our due
spirits revealed
just to feel
pleasure and pain
humanities gifts to gain
hiding
fear and biding
afraid of getting burned
blistered scars earned
falling to my knees
if only you could see
weeping
spirits leaping
I am no longer sleeping
Published 16th Aug 2022
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16th Aug 2022 9:50pm
17th Aug 2022 8:04pm
The duality of life is madness and has definitely driven me mad.
* well, sanity has always been over rated anyway....*
Thank you for being here.
* well, sanity has always been over rated anyway....*
Thank you for being here.
26th Aug 2022 5:35pm
Yin needs Yang always.
Opposites attract.
My mental disorder.
You complete me.
My path is dark.
runs through hell.
A funeral pyre.
But it never dies.
Becoming one.
Darkness consumes.
Madness is all I know.
It's what I due.
Spirits find me.
Just to feel.
Pleasure and pain.
Perhaps I am a gift.
Hiding in plain sight.
Just to feel.
Fearless.
Ready to die.
I found you.
Are you scared of me?
Because you will get burned.
Too many scars.
On my knees.
I see you weeping.
I am crying too.
Spirits awakened.
Dying to sleep again...
Opposites attract.
My mental disorder.
You complete me.
My path is dark.
runs through hell.
A funeral pyre.
But it never dies.
Becoming one.
Darkness consumes.
Madness is all I know.
It's what I due.
Spirits find me.
Just to feel.
Pleasure and pain.
Perhaps I am a gift.
Hiding in plain sight.
Just to feel.
Fearless.
Ready to die.
I found you.
Are you scared of me?
Because you will get burned.
Too many scars.
On my knees.
I see you weeping.
I am crying too.
Spirits awakened.
Dying to sleep again...
28th Aug 2022 5:33pm
Beautiful witch. How do I respond when awed by your comment. How can I acknowledge my vulnerability when you see what's meant to be hidden. You rip the mask from my soul with poems of teasing beauty and desire. .... I love it. xo
28th Aug 2022 6:23pm
Sometimes it takes magic to see a beautiful soul shrouded in darkness. In the night, in the darkness you can remove the mask and share the pain and suffering, and all the passion and love too. You don't have to hide behind half truths pretending everything is just so trying to only play the role expected. How do you respond? perfectly...
