THE FURNACE

THE FURNACE

The blue flames of the furnace
have begun to lick at the edges
of the torn scarlet emotions
that I have carefully grown on
the brown vast emptiness of
what I call the void of mind…

The furnace is so inflamed
that it reaches out to eat into
the colours that encircle its
blind rage filled black vicinity,
bereft of feelings that can
induce the warmth of love…

The furnace is so impatient
that it swiftly moves through
the alleys where the shadows
of lost memories try to entwine
in eternal embraces and try
to find solace in each others arms…

No way, it’s unstoppable with
it’s thousand tongues made of
the bluest of blue flames that
emit infernal heat and acid anger,
I can hear the bells chime
in the sanctum of eternity…