Lite My Pyre
If you wanted my beating heart
You should’ve treated it right from the start
Yet you set me on fire
cause you hate yourself
Watched my burning pyre
As you berate yourself
Now my carcass smolders
In the ashes of
What sickens me to call our love
It gives me glee to see
It blow away in the wind
As if it was never there to begin
And at last I am free again
Copyright © Sarafiel Light | Year Posted 2020
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