my latest poem. can you guess the subject? it's quite hidden and the poem is open to interpretation aside from my intention

Silly Me

Night sky lit ablaze 

with small voices spinning,

circling, 

circling round a cold corpse 

seeking fulfillment.

Red strings play delicate tunes

sold to the mind

sold,

for a nickel and a dime

falsify the burning in my chest.

Mere Illusions of you

have displaced my desires,

projecting,

projecting fantasy affection

toward a poor unfortunate innocence.

So quickly am I to grab hold

of the wilted bloom,

churning,

churning the soil around its roots

 begging to return life to the already passed.

Silly me to think such power of me. 

Silly me to think so little of my own two feet.

Pooling mentality drowns this beautiful face

placing the remains of a person into the cracks 

cracks,

of my volcanic walls

held together by nothing.

Caving into the corridors,

my beautiful stolen corpse lies.

What have I done

I have placed care.

Silly me to do such a thing,

again.