Heat. Pain. Flames. They doomed me, the flames
Blame the flames, Blame the flames
Why should I blame the flames?
Because you'll be blamed
Why don't I confess? Isn't that the right thing to do?
Right is wrong, wrong is right
I'm going to pick the right
No you won't
Yes I will
You said that last time these flames came. Will you ever be blamed?
Don't lie, I have never seen these before
Look
I looked down and saw what I couldn't perceive
For I was oil and I was the match
And the trees were burning in my rath.
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
