The fire burns,
Don’t be mistaken.
It’s a violent flame under a crimson sky,
A secret, shamelessly veiled and crying.
Raging rivers of boiling tears roll recklessly in hiding,
Blackness stuffs screams desperately, fumbling,
But rips at the seams
Letting a shrill, staring brightness loose in the eyes.
Rising thunder rumbles threateningly to the surface
As shadows of forgotten silhouettes
Flit across the wall of memory.
There’s a crippling compulsion to strangle voices
That echo in a hollow soul,
Undying unsuppressed unrelenting.
Knees suffer jeering bruises
From wretched hypocritical praying,
Obvious answers to questions unasked
Conspicuous, beneath layers of denial and lying.
There’s a way out,
There has to be a way out,
A way to end it
To cheat destiny,
A way to take a last insufferable breath
And then walk away and leave it all behind finally.