Been feeling a lil anti-social lately....this is what happens when i'm left alone in my thoughts for too long :arrow:
Only ashes are left when pen and pad contact..
My hands are like fire,
Burning and branding words upon the page,
They flow like lava from my pen.
I'd like to take the ashes from the paper
And spread them over my shoes,
Rub them into my palms,
So I might have a better grip and step.
So I might dress myself in me.
Drunkenness calls,
wanting to rumble with my sobriety.
I yearn to drink from inkbottles,
But know their sweat and tears
Will help ingnite me further,
Will make my hands too hot,
And my words a wildfire,
Consuming me.
I stand on a rooftop,
Conflicted with my want of fire
And my need to drench myself in flammable water
So I jump into a pool of gasoline
And slowly die with every cry
an utterance of my words.
They shout and **** me,
Leaving open wounds,
And I look down at myself,
Watching my blood dance with the flames,
Letting myself melt into meaning....
I'd like to take the ashes from the paper
And spread them over my shoes,
Rub them into my palms,
So I might have a better grip and step.
So I might dress myself in me.
that was deep
it definitely grabbed me....niceeeee use of words and if that's what happens when you get lonely or you're being anti-social...then you should be ALONE all the time
