Paralyzed in the presence of mystic fires
Burning the depths of dark seas,
Bringing me to my knees
Within their sparking breeze
The drownings of my own desires.
Twinkling droplets in every gulp for air
Silver frost dancing through cindered hair
Tiny beautiful crystals of death
Linger on every breath
All the little sparks a celestial flare.
They could hardly hear
The desperate attempts to grasp
Life through it's looming clouds
And in deceptive shrouds
My voice eerily rasp
Though my heart beat loud and clear.
Falling to the mercy of soul-struck lust
My spirit breaking forever-woven streams,
Coughing up dreams
Gasping off rust
Choking on the winds of stardust.
Suffocating Stardust
I don't know. I just liked the thought, so TA-DAH! here's a poem. So yeah... ... PINEAPPLES!~Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
