strange Ash
By whisperer
broken riddles
dementia
crying flames on the skyline
hope prouting angst like grass
then up in flames and raining ash
charred wood chains for binding
lost when tim re-writes itself
now everythings blown to dust and somewhere near hell
please
someone
seperate me from my tolmes of carbon saddness
my pen leaks thought
and they reek of maddness
me and the barbed wire brick i stand upon
i can believe in not but this brick and ash from then on
there's a fire in the mountain
a fire flower fountain
look how tiny the match is
now my bed lies under a blanket of ashes
the eruption is an avalanche of flame
a broken frame of mind
what i want...
like some of you.....
is something i cannot define
but the only thing i've realized
what i've found at last is, life's a burning ember
and i am its strange ash