Endlessly.
Birth
For me presented itself
Again and again
I would be requested
And suddenly
There I was
Capable of
Stealing
Destruction
Murder
People fear me
I fear me
Beauty draws me closer
Seducing my inner flame
The artist holds me up suddenly
To his almost vacant canvas
It is a forest landscape today
The trees are tall and secluding
It is Beautiful
It makes me stagger and almost go out
Yet I only grow stronger
Silently
I sneak up on the scenery
I cling on to it
Spreading
Ingesting
Consuming
I am not conscious of what I have done
Because already I have
Destroyed
I feel myself being pulled away now
Back into reality
Then
Death
For me presented itself
Again and again
I would be requested
And suddenly
There I was
Capable of
Stealing
Destruction
Murder
People fear me
I fear me
Beauty draws me closer
Seducing my inner flame
The artist holds me up suddenly
To his almost vacant canvas
It is a forest landscape today
The trees are tall and secluding
It is Beautiful
It makes me stagger and almost go out
Yet I only grow stronger
Silently
I sneak up on the scenery
I cling on to it
Spreading
Ingesting
Consuming
I am not conscious of what I have done
Because already I have
Destroyed
I feel myself being pulled away now
Back into reality
Then
Death
♠ ♠ ♠
My poem for English. There are multiple interpretations, but the literal meaning is that the speaker is a flame being ignited from a lighter and it burning a half-done painting by an artist, who can never seem to finish anything. Hence the lack of punctuation. Tell me your interpretation of it? c: