Into The Flame

The cursor is blinking.

And I'm choking

On phrases lodged in my throat.

Bereft of hope,

My soul I would lay bare,

And expel the poison on these pages.

But the words won't rhyme,

So I swallow the bile

And force a smile that will never reach my eyes.

This venom has coated my insides,

And seeps out my pores.

Do not grow complacent with my lies,

For my touch has turned deadly

And I'm riding this spiral down.

There is no saving me now.

And that's okay.

Because I have always enjoyed the flames.