those critics that have a half eaten up heart, tried for years to convince me,
hell was on earth. I told them hell did not exist, it was a lie made up by shame's foolish cousin fear.
they looked at me with the flames in their eyes weeping sweat,
it was like the sun hiding under the sky,
too gorgeous to be anything other than heavenly.
something strange about it drew me in like a fish baited by it's own gills.
now as I lie down on the bricks of my bedsheets like cakes of steel,
with a corner of my heart where you are laying in a bed of daisy, rose, tulips,
I feel the fire under my eyelids not hiding under any sky,
but beneath the pupils of my earth.
I ponder the thought, when the volcanic lava shoots up through my veins,
are you my hell on earth? or are you my heavenly savior,
to keep me from drowning in my own flames of destruction?
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
