Bleed Poem by O. A.

Bleed

For those still bleeding alone...

Human desire
Is fueled by the fire
Burning as a stoked chimney
To the soul
Rising ash embers will only grow
When the fire is stoked by someone
Who understands how to poke it
Who understands how to choke it
To make a person suffocate inside
Until they burst with inevitable fire
Until they bleed with incandescent light
As the fuel for success runs through their veins
Like a runaway, runaway, enamoured freight train
Rolling through the cosmos, unapologetically untamed
Like a wild bull, or ram, on a mountainside of sugar cane
Grazing along side the burning bushes of Paradise Re'gained
Laughing at the archangel Moloch as he tempers his blade
To cut you down for not understanding the insane aptitude of fame.

Human desire
Is fueled just the same
One inch away from madness
As the miles add up in the pouring rain
You can run away, but the truth will mitigate you
Infiltrate you, investigate you, commandeer you
To see if you really want to play
To see if you really want to play
A game of Russian Roulette
To see if you really want the pain
Of the price of human desire:
The fortune
The accolades
The spotlight
The fame.

O.A.