I'm unhinged.
As in, busted-the-doors-off-the-frame, unhinged.
I called for universe
But I got the devil.
.
I asked for a drink of cool water
And found blood
Pouring down my throat,
Bitter. Unsatisfactory.
.
It's the soul that's the problem
And no matter how many fire blankets
I throw across the inferno
It still burns.
.
I don't want to smolder.
I don't want to turn into embers
And smoke and things that
Dissipate.
.
Success is no compromise
But a slaughter,
A great dousing
Of the flames that burn.
.
It can't last forever
But maybe I can.
Long enough at least
To set fire to my own pyre.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (5)
The first two lines were such a good launching point! Fantastic work, Silver! Not at all what I was expecting from the title and subtitle pair, expectations subverted!
Yep. If you're going out in a blaze of glory, way as well start the fire yourself.
Wow. That was deep! Brava!! :)
bravo on this excellent poem. you've done what I do when I'm angry, depressed, or just feel like I shouldn't exist anymore. We write! We put on paper what our emotions are telling us. Excellent writing.
Take control, even of your own destruction. Your penultimate verse has me scratching my head. I'm going to give this some further thought...