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Enveloped by an eternal void of imagination
I burn
Baptized by plague, fatigue and insanity
I burn
Stroked by a thousand needless spur to sing
I burn
With every burning cigarette in my left hand,
As I write
I burn
I burn I run
I run I burn
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I enjoyed this, the first I've read of yours. To be consumed by the need to express oneself is what I take from it and as poets/songwriters will know it takes complete control. Good writing. ~T
is needless 'needless spurs' or needles wasn't sure if it was a typo or a matter of missing plural? other than tha misunderstanding i like the images evoked and the similies between the different ways in which a human can burn x
