A pile of dead embers
Glow
In the void
Of my empty heart.
Black fire burns eternally in my body
The memories we were yet to make
A time on the edge of forever in
Which we spoke of life and things to be.
Black flames race through my veins leaving me
Cold and afraid.
This cold fire that once was the beauty you inspired
Sustains me
and keeps oblivion away.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
A pile of dead embers
Glow
In the void
Of my empty heart.
Black fire burns eternally in my body
The memories we were yet to make
A time on the edge of forever in
Which we spoke of life and things to be.
Black flames race through my veins leaving me
Cold and afraid.
This cold fire that once was the beauty you inspired
Sustains me
and keeps oblivion away.