Rain Fire

All that is left now
All left to be
An inferno from the skies
Target: me

This self importance, narcissism 

Waiting for gods to display their ire

Soul divided, this schism

All the pieces, waiting for the fire

If nothing else, it would be

a pleasure to burn

Perhaps smother existence

Into a sliver of nothing

Rain Fire

Cleanse me, mother sun

I feel so unclean

Won't you let me burn?

Scorch this filth off my skin

Slough this skin off my bones

Won't you rid me of this sin?

In your pure fire, I shall atone

Won't you bathe me in flames

From my head to my toes

If burning is in my final fate

We both know how it goes

Why should we delay

What's going to happen one day

Don't you know that I can't wait

Not anymore

fishing line

how do you kill a man
who is ready to die
when the sun of his life
is a shadow in the twilight skies

when the fishing line of life
is a thread through open lips
cinching them close, tight
closer than storm fucked ships

and the call of a wild heart
is but a whimper in a dark room
how do you kill a man
who is welcoming his doom

with open arms and open eyes
lips sealed with fishing line of lies
humming to the tunes of the oncoming fire
how do you kill a man who is burned by desire

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I wanted to take this poem in a different direction. It's not as good as I'd like it to be. Maybe I will come back this for a revision. But for now, it stays like this.