A New Hope
2003-03-06 21:33:02 (UTC)
Found my way into a burnt circle,
A crop of blackness,
Surrounded by yellow-brown bliss,
Searching for a hidden meaning,
Inside the dilated abyss.
Climb inside the yellow inferno,
Created by tortured light and scorched smoke,
A brown shell announces the burn,
The pupil is a crisp,
It keeps me there, it won't let me turn.
Become lost, frozen in ice,
Then a shift happens,
Thrown away, out of the fire,
Covered in puss and blood,
All because of this yellow-brown saphire.
Tears drip around me,
I bed to pick myself up,
Lick myself clean like a Cat would,
Granted the thrill of the saphire, again,
Tainted with puss and blood.