How enticing her flames are even after I am deformed with burns I always come back no longer ignorant of the pain but just as enticed by the flames as to run my fingers through her flickering hair once more scorching them
or discarding stitches as I graze her soft fervent cheek
for shock eases the pain into warmth and when I am burned at the stake It won't be the ropes that restrain me you hold me tight and whisper "stay." and I will and I do even as my companions call from beyond the flames you squeeze my hand and I discard them like dry grass and when the fumes fill my lungs I grin my breath weary her lips on mine sparing just enough air to continue
I’ve shed too many tears for those who don’t care All I wanted was someone who loved me And all I got were people who used me Now I’m an outcast There's the flame you cast upon my chest it's all burnt down Was I just too much?
my insides fold into itself, dry kindling and twigs might snap pour gasoline over me, try cover me with leaves, but i'll still burn myself but i'll still exhaust myself feeding warmth for the both of us and remember what happens when skin gets too close to an open flame
In the daily quarrel When words fall upon ****** and deaf ears Repetition is agitating Boiling beneath the flesh Festering like a toxin of lingering potency Snaking its way into the corners of the mind Push it down, cast it away Do not allow the flames to become you
Gripping tightly Perhaps too much so As it snaps beneath the pressure Only a fraction made visible The rest to be silenced Only audible for one mind Screaming and thrashing Just beneath the surface
Stain the paper Clutch the fragments Dispose of the now useless thing Punishment surely to ensue For breaking things isn’t the answer they like
Purse your lips Bite your tongue Until it bleeds
Clench your fists Knuckles white Ding your nails into your palms
Walk away Hold the chaos at bay Pull the chain For fighting would only be in vain Causing nothing put pain None, of which, for the enemy
Seething in a soundless cage Is the inextinguishable rage Fed in every passing day Relentless, and you know what they say; There is no rest for the wicked
Push me far enough And I will not hold back Break me enough And I will become the monster you made me Uncaged, unleashed My tongue dripping acidic poison My eyes visions of flames My arms stained with well-worn lies My hands red with “discipline” My feet tired from running My hair wild and untamed as a storm cloud My clothes holding me tighter than a withheld breath My will stronger than the iron fist wielded upon me
Let me go Let me walk away Before I let it all go The raging fire I hold at bay.