Memory of Fire
I am the daily dulling,
the slow ingestion of normalcy,
of reason and rhythm.
I chase away the cool
seduction of electricity.
Autumn has brought strange demons,
vanity and stories of ancestors
that are not my own.
Eyes are a little too bright, and
I chase histories.
I claim crumbling ruins, battlefields
swollen with final desires.
I conquer, I conquer;
I consume your phantoms
and set your fields aflame.
But these worlds are not mine,
and no gods may walk
among this rust while still
I seek a chaos, a madness
to echo the fury once within me.
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what’s wrong..don’t know what to do with all the oxygen…? relax it’s the dark years …you’ll be able to go clubbing and dating…
you’re eating ashes and pining for the way “you were”…like Jung said, “had the people in your life been different, your life would be different.”