don't joke with me as i go up in smoke light me on fire to bring yourself higher burning melting right in front of you watch my skin peel where all my scars healed look at this vibrant color my burning flesh contrast to my icicle heart i drip off in bits and you keep laughing how funny that you could convince me this'd make me happy honestly tied me to a stake i said i couldn't wait you lit the match and we both watched it catch i'm not amused not anymore i see now it's abuse as i turn to ash and breathe my last
Sometimes it's too late to stop something. Conversations with myself in the mirror.