Poem

Title: Putting my hands in fire intentionally.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

The disgust I have when I see your face,

The lesser time I spent with being myself around you.

I have found myself sitting in a pool of fire,

The damage has been done, will you beg for forgiveness or go away?

Go away?

Go away?

Something inside of me is dying, rips and tears,

Running down on my cheek, looking at back,

The babies have been killed!

The souls have been gone!

Blegh!

The survival is at the edge of hill,

Who was here when you were about to die?

Feel the guts die,

You'll feel it rip,

You'll feel it die.

Don't be so eager to come close to me, the flowers have been wilting,

For the first place, I remember my eagerness,

In time I realized,

I was none but a reckless man,

Be still now, there's nothing left to see,

Strangest lives are reflecting from the finger nails,

Shrieks of crows are like choirs of angels,

You were the one, who came to me,

Yet I remember, who was set to be free.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.