Burnt - Recap
There's a fire tonight.
Struck gently,
It burns; alight.
I turn the wood
Slowly out of its box.
My feelings consume,
As do the lies.
My mind cracks,
As do the cries.
My legs turns to liquid,
As do my eyes.
He'll pay
For making me do trash today.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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