Alright, so I've mostly lurked here on and off for over a year. I've thrown in a bit of change here and there, but not really contributed anything beyond a minor suggestion or two for seraphox about the mechanics of the site (and that was some time ago).
This is a poem I wrote about something a very special person put me through one time. I'll let the actual meaning behind it remain a mystery for the moment. Sorry if this is the wrong forum, but putting it here makes sense to me.
for eternity I burn
the cool flames touch me
and I waste away
an angelic muse taunts and tantalizes my ears
picking away at the fortress in my head
stripping it away a brick at a time
there is no time
I wish I could see the stars, but my eyes are closed
my face bedecked with tears
a fire spurred on by bellows of a cruel divinity's twisted pleasure
on my knees I look up, searching for an answer
the salt of a forbidden sea touching my tongue
some thing sweeter can I smell
behold, some long tunnel to somewhere else
somewhere not here with the fire
it may lead to somewhere worse
there's no light a the end
how I await the time to die
I press onward; a rush of voices
hands pulling me forward, pulling me in
the muse is giggling a sweet cacophony of laughter
laughing the laugh of one who dies, she slumps over
then it's time for me to die
and yes, there is still more fire after death.
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