Hello guys. I wrote this poem today...what do you think?
To be free
is to burn
in the fanged pyre
of dead hopes...
of monstrous dreams...
washed off into your heart
for years and years.
You don't want to be free
you want the red song
the licking and crackling flames
roaring in their hallowed tongues
as they dance far away
from the bier you lay...
because...
you are the moth;
because...
you belong to the flames
you cannot be
you cannot be;
only the Dead
are truly free
like the flickering shadows
behind the flames
reeling in hunger
waiting for you.