Angry Stone

[Falcon2001]

White

 

Like the inner core of the sun, melting, resonating with anger

I feel it burn inside my chest, raw and unyielding

Though where can you turn with a loaded cannon

When the only target is yourself?

When you want to punch a mountain to choke on the rubble

To boil the seas and crumble the skies

To lengthen your own end

 

Black

 

Boiling tar-hatred, tearing at the flesh

Feeding on the corpse and growing stronger

I hate so blackly I cannot see, for even worthless things

Are worth enough to love, and I am merely a vessel of hate

So hell-spawned as to deny one's own existence

Just to destroy myself further

 

I hate with passion and ice

Nothing could cause this pain but I

So I turn my hatred inward

And gnaw.

Until I eventually explode and

 

Die - have you ever?

 

Wanted to die, that is?

 

So much it hurts to think about it?

Where you play with knives because the steel comforts?

I wanted it so badly, but I couldn't have it

The gift that you would give to an injured DOG!

But not to a human who wanted it.

 

Gifts of the flesh seek souls of the fallen.

 

Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong

Tonight I throw myself at you, out of the red, out of your head she said

[SoaringIcarus]

Rad imagery. It really makes the poem. As a reader I want to learn more about how the title connects with the content. The ending is peculiarly interesting; red, in my mind, would be the very next color after black or white. Who is everlong?

 

Very nice.

 

-Icarus