The Ode Of Pain

​Growing in this widening gyre,

I burn in this self made pyre,

What I made and willed,

Turned against me and killed,

In the ode of pain.
I was master of all,

Willed and created this gall,

Excited and worshipped in the edifice,

In all of this my life was sacrifice,

In the ode of pain.
Against me they turned,

Gauged my eyes and insides churned,

Roasted my heart and blood mutilated,

Nobody responds to my cries of agitated,

In the ode of pain.
I have liked but never truly loved,

Watching in the inferno, her my beloved,

Burning to ashes, I lay helpless,

The fire of love, against I’m hapless,

In the ode of pain.
Like a phoenix rises from the ashes,

Bludgeon my mind, my cries are hushes,

I hang dead from the rope of hope,

This self destruction nobody can stop,

In the ode of pain.
From her I turned away,

Felt lost like a castaway,

To the power of me be the glory,

To the prowess of her be the gory,

In the ode of pain.
She died in the inferno of love,

The smoke covered me like a glove,

Tears welled in my eyes,

My heart turned to ice,

In the ode of pain.
I moved in automation,

My body rebels in mortification,

The mesmeric suck of death,

Moves me slowly with stealth,

In the ode of pain.
For you I write these petals of thought,

This numbing abyss surrounds me like draught,

Nothing can stop me, death is the only appease,

Think of me always as I seek eternal peace,

In the ode of pain.