Is it possible?


Is it possible?

To grieve for your own soul? To watch it, burn, disintegrate day in and day out.

For screams to unravel themselves only to be confined in the vortex of your heart.

To feel pain only your flesh can taste? Is it love?

To feel pleasure and joy in  a blaze that rises from a coffin engraved with your name?

Ali R Ilyas.