Burn
by Stone, Lord of Sith
Archive: MA, NatG, anyone else, ask please
Category: Poetry
Rating: PG-13 (it's a bid morbid)
Summary: Qui-Gon = pyre = thoughts while burning. Not for the
Happy Dancers out there.
Notes: I did a summary of my life today, and if I have to write
one more, ever again, I am going to explode.
Disclaimer: *boom!* GL is our man.
Feedback: *growls* "Fear is my Nutella"...-->
stonerising@gmx.net
Now my body burns, it slowly disappears
I seek your face through firewalls
so you might alleviate my fears
But you stand there unknowing, sheltered in your shades
and though my carcass screams your name
you watch me as a I fade
I hurt I die I cease, and muscles turn to dust
and I can only pray
that you'll inhale my remains with lust
Never spoken, never known,
my love remains a secret,
burning with my bones
Never touched, and never kissed
I'm dying with the hope
that maybe I'll be missed
Now my body burns, fodder for the flames
through constant indoctrination
I learn their deceiving names
Peace a kiss like venom,
Rest a demon's guise,
Oblivion the glow of laughing flames
dancing in your eyes
Now my body burns, vessel for your blame
I'd hoped to take all burdens with me
but I need to share this shame
Now my body burns, becoming one with past
I know what comes will be cold
so I enjoy this heat while it lasts
end
Stone
October 30th, 2ooo
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