The Dragon

Engulfed in flames,

dousing your self in gasoline,

self inflicted 

3rd degree burns


If they touch you it will hurt,

remembering what you had



Eventually you will become numb,

having thought about it so many times times



You try to heal,

try to feel at least something,

some form of meaning


When you do,

the anger oozes to the service,

betrayal the point of the act


But lost so quick,

falling back into the depths,

slumber once more,






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