Burning on the outside,
burning within.
Flame replaces ice and is thrust
animalistically
through my veins.
Heart pounds like a hoodoo drum.
It hurts to breathe-
Pointedly,
enamel elongates.
The tears that scream
from my feverish orbs
are as black as
a hole in the fabric of reality
as black as
a neverending spiral downward
as black as
a roguish brigand's heart.
My voice, raw and raspy,
releases this intrinsically stifling pain.
That's not my voice, is it?
My voice screaming like the
soul I no longer have?
Metamorphosis.
Reincarnation.
Reinvention.
The Change.
This....good. Yep. Goood. The fragments at the end give it that alternating pizazz. 'Metamorphosis. Reincarnation. Reinvention. The Change.' As if the whole poem leads up to that moment of 'change.' Haha, this poem reminds me a bit about my own style. And I like how you give tears the ability to scream - iiinteresting! What is the prominent emotion? I feel anger, frustration, and maybe a bit of angst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it! When I read it I was just awe-struck. It shows a lot of emotion.