Pen on paper
Hand in heart
I pull you in
To tear you apart
I taste the tears, on my tongue as I write
I smell the fear, the same as that night
I hear the crackle and snap of flames as they roar
The fire is calming, minus the gore
It is strange to see, like a beach in the winter
You lying bare, burnt like the sinners
They say fire is cleansing, they would be wrong
Fire is violent, and it lasts for too long
The iron boils out of your blood
And you sink into the embers as if they were mud
I watch over you, as you struggle to get free
I watch over you, as pain turns you into me
Touched by malice, overcome with rage
Now you are trapped, this flame is your cage
Where once you are innocent, now you are tainted
Where once you held love, now you hold hatred
This burning house and the bed where you lay
The cycle of sin, from inception, to decay
About the Creator
Cameron Dominguez
My writing tends to focus on relationships and our individual struggles.Let me know what you think on my socials. Tips are appreciated.
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