Poem: Blackfire


The darkness burns as it consumes you.

From the inside out you are engulfed.

These dreams are not yours;

These desires are dangerous.

Yet still, your hand is drawn to the flame

It burns and scorches but you stand still.


You pray for release from that which has you, consumed.

You tear yourself apart into bloody clumps and try to wash the colors out.

But they remain.

You are stained.


You can dream of losing control, but in the end,

That which has infected you is you.

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