| The Treasury And if life is as impossible as it looks to me, I've got to say, I'm afraid to live it, demons always at my heels, trying to rip me apart. will the sulfur choke me, the fire burn me? will I be locked tightly within a layer of crystalline ice? if I allow myself to love, won't I be punished? won't this whip leave red-letter scarlet scars upon my heart? do I want to move forward? this blockade is so long, so strong, built upon stone with super-sand... can I break it? A/N: The title isn't supposed to make sense. Only my closest friends will understand. love poems anonymous |