Look deep into my emerald eyes
Take my hand, and feel the sorrow
Look unto my vague shard of a heart
Torn by the past, and fears tomorrow.
The glass will break upon the floor
I’ll fake a smile just once more
Down into the sea of my eyes grotesque
Plunge deep, and seek for whatever you jest
Take all the fury and wrath that I hide
But leave one scrap of my heart left;
For the flame of pain burns within me
You know not the sorrows my mind holds
My heart is a chamber of fire and ash
The amber coals burn brightly.
Plunge deeper, all deeper my child
Look lower, now near the furnace
The floor is littered with shards of my heart
The heat so intense, the fire so vast.
My heart burns with the flame of all pain’s desire
My soul singed with the coals of sorrow’s fire
Destined to burn, and radiance glowing
The hastened ember of never knowing.
My heart burns, the furnace will speak for my lips
My heart aches for all the ill willed dimensions
And slaying all love, and shoveling hate
Crushed with 15 years of weight.
An illusion my life
It flows through the veins of my rage.
Plunged into darkness, no choice for my soul
Crushed and shoveled over pains you don’t know
The flames are roasting my spirit’s last hope
Hanging by a thread, a grim thread that won’t hold.
Cast into the shadow of evil
Cast into the unknown world’s fear
Strength of all my sprit dying
As the bars bend forever, lying.
Into the furnace I plunge deeper
My mind takes me to fears I never knew.
And above the flame of all pain and sorrow
Above the flame my soul does hang
Above the flame I wait to burn.
My life is crushed, not much hope
The emerald eyes now only cry
And weep not my gentle eyes shall see
None other than the burning, I long to be free.
The thread shall soon fray, the string will break
And into the flames, my life it will take
And swallow me up into breathless silence
Endeavor no more, and flames will bake.
Into the flames I will plunge
Into the radiant fires of pain
Into the darkness my soul will seep
Until that day, my emeralds weep.
Into the furnace of all sorrow’s creation
Excruciating cradle of all innovation
And never to love, never to know
What was to happen on the morrow.
The flame of all pain will singe my mind
Scorching my life, which was left behind
Whispering softly into my ears
Confirming all of my darkest fears
And into the realm of the flame I plunge
The string has frayed, the flame has flickered
Into the fallow cave they call pain
And into the flame, I plunge down.
Into the flame I fall
Into the flame
Into the flame I fell
Into the flame
Into the flame I am
Into the flame
Into the flame I lay
Into the PAIN
My soul all but ashes, melted away
An instance decayed, once the string frayed
And my voice, cries softer as I shout out in pain
“Into the void, seep into the flame.”
I disagree with you that the best poetry is written when mind-numbingly depressed...when I'm like that I can't even summon the energy to find a pen :P
But...that little complaint aside, GREAT poem. I loved it and thought it was excellent.