Holding the sun
I took the sun in my hand
Waiting as it burnt my palm
Melting blood, flesh and bone
Burning till it's all gone
Now the sun burns my soul
Eating it up whole
Vaporizing all despair
Soon I will Disappear
I
Wonder if the world was real...
AN: I don't usually write poems, this was constructed on a very long and boring Burnside. But the weird thing is while I was making it I go a txt on my cell from a friend telling me that the neighbors hut was on fire.
I also realise now in retrospective that this thing isn't just about fire...
Tell me how you interpret it :D
Waiting as it burnt my palm
Melting blood, flesh and bone
Burning till it's all gone
Now the sun burns my soul
Eating it up whole
Vaporizing all despair
Soon I will Disappear
I
Wonder if the world was real...
AN: I don't usually write poems, this was constructed on a very long and boring Burnside. But the weird thing is while I was making it I go a txt on my cell from a friend telling me that the neighbors hut was on fire.
I also realise now in retrospective that this thing isn't just about fire...
Tell me how you interpret it :D