My World Is On Fire Poem by Unic Cjonr

I cannot paint my soul to form a portrait.

I am no saint.

Not to one color and not to a brush.

I stare hopeless into the above.

Can this universe be my curse.

In the clear blue skies.

Where the angels die with the butterflies.

I bleed.

Through my sinful eyes.

I am lost.

Will I be found.

Before the nick and before my time.

I am standing on the land of Corn.

Where Death stagers and where Decay was reborn.

I feed my blood to the spoils on the battleground.

I am dead to the unborn.

Darkness surrounds my damaged soul.

Turmoil thunders inside the depths of my mind.

I see silver in the moon, but I am feeling grey.

I am white, but I am black to her back.

I look out of my window.

Fires are burning the land into ash.

I do not see one tree.

My arms are bound.

My wrists are bleeding.

I am cut, but not by the cross.

I am nailed, into my coffin.

Although my wounds are healing.

I am burning with scars.

My world is on fire in the tornado of rain.

My turmoil of thunder is the depth of my pain.