Saturday, September 12, 2015

The Burning

On trial
with each new face;
each new set of ears
to hear my story

Like a witch in Salem
Some onlookers want
only the
burning glory
They watch
Waiting for the
flames to reach my hair
Eyes set ablaze
Into the flames
all their idle care

I'm called insane
I'm called daft
As I tie myself to the post
Like a burning host
I'm burning my own blame
Eradicating my own shame
So I tie myself
Time & time again
until the flames burn it all
Each piece of the past
torn off & thrown in
Hands behind my back
Eyes extended to heaven
until all the nightmares
are burned away
my lips mumbling the story
another day

I'm burning
I'm burning away
I'm burning
I'm burning the opaque day
I'm burning
I'm burning a new dream
I'm burning
I'm burning for another seam
I'm burning
I'm burning into night
I'm burning
I'm burning that phoenix into flight


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