I remove my lioncloth from atop the fireplace
It was meant to dry over the night
But now, like my soul, it is burnt to a crisp
The fire burns like a liquid
As if my heart were being scalded and drowned.
I would plead for a day off
But hell is relentless, as people perceive it
There are no weekends and no time for a break.

For now, it is time to suffer
Until eventually I can escape.