Burn a hole into my hands,
Peel back the skin and bare the insecurity,
Scorch the identity of what was,
And what could have been.

The paper wilts as it begins to flame up,
Withering on the edges,
Like an infant taking the fetus position.

I feel like I took a wrong turn somewhere,
Onto the bend and into the fiery pasture.

And now I watch,
As everything is engulfed in flames,
Torching my ideas inside this furnace.

Burning myself again,
The flesh as detached as the mind,
Just before I take this blade to my soul,
And all that could have been.

Watch it that's HOT !

You have scored..on images, nicely done :-)

i agree...hat trick!

in the spirit of friendship relative to another thread, I google searched pyromanicdating.com and this is what I got. srsly

enjoyed this write. nice work.

Gave me a good rush...

Thanks for the compliments everyone, as always, they are very much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed, peace.

This one took a little time to sink in for me. Its more than entertainment. I see a deep and painful desire to purge oneself of falseness.

Quite meaningful and well expressed. I'm thanking you.

****ing epic