Burning In the Skies

The wanting feeds on itself

Grave

Desperate

Voids the size of the universe

Lay siege on his entire being

 

Craziness

Pandemonium

A constant commotion

A cry like no other

Hopeless to fill

When every voice wants the same thing

Time and time again

 

A slave to his needs

A SLAVE TO PASSION

As he idly waits for another lashing

Fifty whips of pain

Fifty scars of devotion

All this with a straight face

All this for a nameless love

 

And he pays no mind

To the burning in the skies

The blunt portrait of what is

And what never will be

The bed has already been made

The memory long forgotten

Nothing to foster

But the sinking feeling

Of holding on

For far too long

 

2012 Vincent Cuccolo

Reviews

[Vincent Cuccolo]

Thank you very much, lynn! This is definitely one of my favorite pieces I've ever wrote! :)

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Wow! Such deep emotion expressed in a stunning array of pure artistry!