My pain is lonely

And I see her burning.

Some times at night

I breathe hell-fire.

I suck in my pain

Letting tear drops of gasoline

Ignite in my throat

And exhale to burn the world.

My sadness is personified

In a solemn eyed pyro

Who burns her soul

To excape the cold at night;

Burns her mind to ashes

Every night when the dreams come

Sings the sorrow songs of burning desire

Notes warming her heart until it burns,

And feeds on her ashes.

She is a phoenix

Destined to be reborn

Over and over again

Writing poems

With the burnt hands

That are shackled

to her fate.

A wordsmith

Just to stop the pain