My soul is on fire
smoking as it burns
but the smoke detector is lying
gutted and useless
on the cold cement floor
My heart is smoldering
crackling and shriveling
but all the water is dripping
bitter and filthy
on the cold cement floor
My sanity is decaying
oozing and slipping
sliding and trickling
and my mind is in the basket
lost forever
on the cold cement floor
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:41 PM UTC
My soul is on fire
smoking as it burns
but the smoke detector is lying
gutted and useless
on the cold cement floor
My heart is smoldering
crackling and shriveling
but all the water is dripping
bitter and filthy
on the cold cement floor
My sanity is decaying
oozing and slipping
sliding and trickling
and my mind is in the basket
lost forever
on the cold cement floor
Written before 2000
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