Burn

What I purged now wastes his needle scarred skin
Like the flame-licked pages residing within
Fermenting demon’s relief with clover’s luck struck
Six-Six-Six, lover’s lane enough for Devil’s nip and tuck

Howls of greed beseeched my tired wasted need
Of what this drug like infancy cannot ever feed

Fallen before branches bleached by parasite
This dancing whirl of scarcely fed yellow-white
Find me now without words as he turns and leaves
Tom’s riddle that cried wolf that no one believes
Anger fed lies at the sight of retched black and white
3 a.m. - morning’s revelations cannot care of might

Forgotten tides never shown, emotions dulled
Never thought this void would soon become; soul hulled

Sunshine ignored and left to fester, only to pester
Somehow wishing for this loss to bring me closer
But to this end of blank pages only dirty looks
Like winding vines collapsing upon re-shelved books

Dreams of calmed minds of mine never realized
As I burn, calloused crimson suicide, paralyzed
How much swept away feelings, petty things or shimmers
Drowning the darkness inside that incessantly glimmers
Fraught with envy, pores like the tired old maid
Just as the childless do, as this flame will fade

Preposterous revelations, and rusted cross I beckon to
To be without sin like the hypocrites and challenged do

Clasped hands before knees quivering hoping this isn’t true
As cinders cool, ashes swaying by burn-slashed feet
Moved to dance upon the floor as though by invisible hands
Eyes gazing into flames, shadowed by its furtive demands

Swan’s wandering calls of dying smiles murmured aghast
Finding what this rage has undone at last
Cold deafening parasites, ears muffled by fingers near
Calls of lies and mirrors clamoring “never sincere”

Bowing as though a stage has fallen before her
A ballerina’s tangled shoe’s whose tattered rags cling yet scatter
Rat’s remains before fire place ripped apart decomposing
And chandelier’s candles snuffed, swinging askew creaking

Peering into a past she’d wished she’d known in vain
She’d chosen to walk a path, a sloth, welcoming pain

Crow’s incessant cries foreshadowing death that coincides
With emblazoned coals, willow’s vampires, and mermaid cries
Cackling clowns strewn across purged candy canes
And a child’s twenty-two, cowering with hopes of shame
Yet calmed in this sorrow-place, looking into the flames
As it burns away…