sometimes i visit a place
where the fire always burns,
and the sun never fades.
a world
where my words
cut invisible scars
that only bleed when no one's looking.
a land
with mile-wide canyons
that shelter a dark abyss,
one which can curl its smoky whispers
and turn any heart against its soul.
a locale
with double-edged mirrors
that hold truths too harsh
for the ordinary beauty of reality.
sometimes i visit a place
fueled by the flames
and stretched wide with darkness,
where no one can hide
from that ugly inside.
i'm sorry. my words sometimes flow too easily from my head, but i swear they didn't come from my heart.