Poetry & Short Writings
This page is for my literary art. The art of the written word. Right now I only have one thing to put on here, but I will have more when I go dig some up.
I am NOT emo in anyway, that is just how some of my writing comes out. Flames was written on a simple word I was given, which was Sin. That is the product of it.
Hope you enjoy it, as I had fun writing it.
I am NOT emo in anyway, that is just how some of my writing comes out. Flames was written on a simple word I was given, which was Sin. That is the product of it.
Hope you enjoy it, as I had fun writing it.
Flames
Flames
The Eternal Damnation of a Transgressor
The burning torture lashes at my frail frame,
The fire lashes and burns, tearing my flesh.
What did I ever do,
To deserve this neverending sensation.
A spector lurks in the flickering shadows,
Taunting and laughing insanely at me.
Have I lost what sanity I had left,
Am I within an illusion...?
I remember the colorful lights flashing at me in the darkness,
I heard the screams of fear and concern all around.
I remember the sweet taste of my blood,
With a pillar of light encasing me, I whispered my last tears.
When I awoke, I find myself here,
In this endless misery.
The flames are so hot and vibrant,
Licking me with their intense caress, an illusion, I think not.
As I sit in the sadistic enviroment,
I sadly recollect the events that transpired,
And break into an uncontrollable state of weeping.
Why did it have to happen...? Why did I have to be so stupid...?
I realize that I made a dire mistake,
That forevermore I shall be here for my transgressions.
No happy ending awaits this poor, agognizing soul.
Only anguish and sorrow reside here, in this, my new domicile.
A life of depression, of self inflicted harm and hate,
Led me to this fate in which I must now undesirabely embrace.
If only I could have repented for my ungodly violations,
With the last breathe of a life I so dispised.
The emotional pain that ensued, proved to be far too much,
For this lonely soul who felt she never belonged,
In a world filled with hate and desolate gloom.
The type of suffering on this new plane, is something entirely new to me.
I look down to my forearms, deep gashes still lingering.
No one could save me from my mental and emotional afflictions,
Ones that arose from the atrocity that had befallen me.
Now I must face my eternal punishment.
Within the flames that had once burned within my own heart,
That had caused me so much despair and heartache and self-hate.
The release I coveted through my demise,
Released me from that painful torment, only to bring about another one anew.
I was released from a torment thought unbearable,
To be sent here, a rightous punishment for what I had done.
Those I loved in life, cry, mourn me, and still love me, dispite the misery I caused them.
My punishment, to wallow in the painful flames of damnation eternally.
My last thought before I welcome my new "life",
Was it really worth it to end up here...?
I realize the pain I felt there, would have been more bearable than here.
I let out a final scream, as the fire leaps at me, engulfing my being in flames.Copyright Mei © March 2008