Emerald Green

I live in a world of emerald green fire whose embers burn. For too long now all I have seen is that color of which I yearn to be free. The passion flames lick my soul its kisses searing hot. While in my head thunder rolls as my heart begins to rot. Green flames flicker cross my view; their ashes form my tears. For I cry each time I see you, and I cringe when you are near. My heart has cracks and holes- wounds from repulsing fire. And through bullet wounds escaped my soul, abandoned in muck and mire. What I cannot have is all I desire and therefore I cannot escape the fire. Burning forever and a day never leaving me to go on my way. So my vision shall always be tinted green. Tainted with jealousy.