Born amidst an inferno of choice,
I planned my escape, ducking,
weaving through scouring flames
of what was and what is meant to be,
into an entombing catacomb,
where worry has been forgotten
and time remains frozen in mind.

Filled with the cool ashes
of flames unwillingly doused
by abuse of experimental substances,
one on one relations now form
as artificial realms disfigure
both properties of time and space.

Heightening my attention
with unsubstantiated promises
of unexplored knowledge,
I'm continually drawn furhter
from my once accepted surroundings.

Now,having reached the point of dependency,
being unable to truly differentiate
between fantasy and fiction,
containment of my true self
along with natural composure,
has become increasingly difficult.

Facades of reality, intertwined
with my minds distorted perceptions,
now begin to create enough friction,
consolidating those cool ashes
I had so eagerly embraced,
until hot embers re-emerged.

Dancing upon these scorching embers,
no-longer power to choose an option,
I am eventually engulfed by their flames.

that was good 44 i really liked the description

Thanks King..

this fire burns deep within you...

good work!

yeah, but sometimes little too deep M....thankyou