I wake each morning from my bed
Trying to subdue the pain in my head

I hold my wrist that does still burn
Will I ever learn

The fire is always stronger
The pain is always longer

The flames reach for my soul
Leaving a burning smoking hole

I cant control this flame
It hurts more than the sting of a cane

In a world all its own
In a world all alone

The fire has its own will
Against a voice small and shrill

It smokes and screams
Against the demons

It is a dark force that still shines bright
A force that haunts me through the night