Fire Within

Light me on fire. Burn me until I am nothing like the inside of my soul.

Nothing like the space next to mine in the bed I lay in now that I've made it.

Almost dreams squashed under the pressure of my righteousness and pride.

Are my eyes stabbed out as well as my heart?

It seems navigating the vines cause them all to intertwine until the bloody mess is all I see within me.

Nothing is good enough, not me or my actions so I seek something else.

To find the same story. Different pages.

Ripped like mine. With a hate most divine.

My bloody Valentine.

It is no surprise I'm left to pick up the pieces once they've left.

Something else to regret. Reflect upon and choke.

Light me on fire. For I am so undone I've become done and I no longer wish to bake or remain in the kitchen.

So I'll bid it all adieu.

Goodbye sweet touch, my sweetest surrender.

And with it you can remove all that I remember