The fire laps, at my willing skin,
as I wait for my ending, to begin,
the heat it sears, and skin turns black,
as I hope this time, I won't come back,
but then water runs, along my arm,
this was just another, pointless harm,
yet I am glad, for harms distract,
and I need time, to recompose my act.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
The fire laps, at my willing skin,
as I wait for my ending, to begin,
the heat it sears, and skin turns black,
as I hope this time, I won't come back,
but then water runs, along my arm,
this was just another, pointless harm,
yet I am glad, for harms distract,
and I need time, to recompose my act.
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