Poems

I remember a time when the world was on fire, I was at peace. I sat there in my room watching as it all went to this putrid hell. Screams echoed through my ears, bounced off my eardrums like a child at a trampoline park. It was never said why there was a fire but I felt it warm my cold and desolate soul. For the first time in my life I smiled, my rotting teeth, bleeding gums and peeling lips turned into a downward arch. An emotion that quite frankly, I wanted to push away but its wrath consumed me as the heat seared my body, making me its meal. Sacred to me was the picture on the wall that was to my right, an artistic expression of guilt, hatred and psychological abuse. I said fill me with anguish. Crude messages written on walls for those who were unfortunate enough to be witnesses to the fate of others. They have faded but still hold strong, still hold meaning to those who have the words engraved in their minds. Only ones who are loved but then abandoned truly feel the most pain. My hands have touched several passionate lovers, making love to them slowly as a knife stabbed them. The betrayal was beautiful, as beautiful as a baby child in one's arms. Nothing is forever, only temporary, only in memory. I touch myself where it should feel euphoric but I feel nothing. It has no purpose. For once I want the screen to tell the truth not to lie. I think this as the fire touches the sensitive parts of me and I groan, I do not scream, that would be uncalled for. Red welts appear where skin was once soft. I feel my pulse fade away. I let it happen because all things must die just some go differently than others. I perish.