Scarlet Fever

Oh love, that lake of fire. The one I choose to stand still inside. My surrounding fury will burn me inevitably. Never ceasing to inflict its unmerciful rage. I wear my scars.. like lace around my neck. A delicate noose patiently ready when I am. It's easy for me to smile in the shadow of it's glory. I know even the torment of it's inferno holds greater promise than the smoke that follows. At times I grow weak. Too weak to stand. The flames wither, and dissipate, caging me in a silk cloak of white ash. Soft silence that echoes. Reminding me of the scarlet that once singed me to my bones.