On A Serious Note: Losing It

That deed is etched within,
The bloodied open wounded soul,
Blistering under my skin.
The whiteness of your eye,
A lie.
Purity of your smile,
A far cry.


So light the candles,
Burn.
A hellbound atrocity,
You turn.
I can't contain you anymore,
I wish you well now,
Fuelling the fire.


You feel your six walls closer
Now,
Suffocating the light you
Once refused.
Caving in to what you demons
Desire.
Hope your life's better now,
Facing the fire.