ALL I CAN HEAR

I'm falling into the fire Eaten alive by the pain Each time I die I go higher, Only to fall down again. And each drop of blood crystalizing Stains so much more than my face, My flesh is bare, hypnotizing, I stumble and fall back to grace. Emerge from the tomb you invented To bury this world that you fear. I'll lie there instead, so resented. This saddness is all I can hear. To my poem index.