He spent his day in
hell's reading room,
so now he is trying
to put out the flames
in his brain
which threaten
to consume it
entirely.
He does not try
very hard.
His mind wanders
to death
at a crossroads,
names without meaning,
how so much love
fossilizes in the air.
It grows hotter
and hotter.
His nervous system
recoils in horror
like a defiled angel.
Purity seems the
better choice.
Even though
the flames stretch
out tortured hands,
he tries no harder.
He is lost
in the kingdom
of words.
A kingdom
only burning cleanses.
He hears Cerebrus
barking.
~mce
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
He spent his day in
hell's reading room,
so now he is trying
to put out the flames
in his brain
which threaten
to consume it
entirely.
He does not try
very hard.
His mind wanders
to death
at a crossroads,
names without meaning,
how so much love
fossilizes in the air.
It grows hotter
and hotter.
His nervous system
recoils in horror
like a defiled angel.
Purity seems the
better choice.
Even though
the flames stretch
out tortured hands,
he tries no harder.
He is lost
in the kingdom
of words.
A kingdom
only burning cleanses.
He hears Cerebrus
barking.
~mce
