The fires in my bathroom won't go out,
I blow and blow but they continue to grow,
My heart is inside the sink,
and my lungs are crawling towards the fire,
My wrist are pouring blood,
I can't escape the demons that chew at my ears,
I feel my stomach rotting away.

The fire continues to flow through the bathroom,
It devours my heart,
Flames my lungs,
Burns over my wrists,
Chases away the demons,
and stops the rotting in my stomach.

I realize now that the fire was never my enemy.