Crimation

by Emma   May 30, 2005


You incinerate everyones lives
strike your match....goodbyes
floods of tears, slowly drowning
misunderstood, everyone frowning

Watchful eyes..leering
stares of despair...fearing
falling deep, no breath caught
caught by death, my final thought

you cry, tears burning
like the fire, heat, you're learning
eyes of steel, passion, gone
the lives of those you took from

confusion, read like a book
pages torn and frayed..look
thrown away, left to burn
second life...next home..urn

At the end, last thing you see
never coming home , you wont see me
covered in wounds, you scarred me
in the fire, lost, through smoke, I'll be

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  • 19 years ago

    by Emma

    the poem is about my own criation and the urn is simply where my soul would be kept after along with my ashes, so i refer to it as my next 'home'. thanks 4 the comment. xxxx

  • 19 years ago

    by masked_senses

    It was really nice...This ''urn'' confused me a little but it doesn't matter...5/5