A Cold Fire Poem by ecchoverse ...

i imagine a soul,
(naive or demonic - i don't know)
imprisoned in an attic

where a sun pours endless
deafening bleached brightness,
blinding odorless foetor,
a hollow aura -
encroaching the soul
yet invisible to beadless eyes

where a black hole lends
her breath and beats and blackness
to live every passing by moment
which she wants to leave, and
disappear into the nothingness
of everything she has never seen

where all stars collapse
into a snowy scorching
that neither freezes nor boils
but suffocates softly into a corpse
adorned with a mortal lullaby
for a soul and a grief that can never die

i imagine a grave
(in hell or heaven - i don't know)
imprisoned in an orderless soul