This is where I die.

I'm sorry I've been posting alot of poems lately. Have been rather moody about life and future and crap. I'll promise I'll blog sometime later about the Jon McLaughlin Concert. Soon.

This road right here,
So hard and firm,
Is where I will die and bleed and burn.
as I feel the spikes pierce my skin,
As the walls of my heart grow thin.

The flames the envelop me,
In a ring of death,
where fiery imps, elephants and juxtaposes,
dance as they would at a fair,
around and around they go,
as my skin scorches so.

Why'd you leave me here to die?
You ran so quick,
in a blink of an eye.
"I have to go, I can't stay here,

You're a lost cause, my dear."

After I tried,
So bloody hard,
To make you feel better,
You and your broken heart.

I guess it makes sense,
That you do not even care,
It makes sense that words so hurtful,
causes me so much despair.
It makes sense that your arrogance,

is parallel to your incompetance.

I shall die now,

In hatred and distraught,

thinking of you, my love,

and my souls is taken,

from this spot.

Ian

I'm sorry I haven't been posting. I will, soon.