Poetry / Fire In The Night

There it is before me…fire burning in the night
Burning red, burning copper
Burning like the fire that touches my skin

Fire that burns my heart
Evaporates my hope like water in the desert

You are lighting fires in the darkness, in my darkness
You are lighting fires and I feel like I am the kindling.
Your trash that you used to make copper fire in the dark.
My fire wasn’t enough… and now it’s gone out.

So instead I burn away
A sacrifice on your pyre of forgery
Dancing in the flames of your lies
Inhaling your desertion like smoke

You are the heretic, but it is I who burn
You are the liar, yet I beg for forgiveness
You are the guilty, but I die with no trial

Tried and sentenced without even being able to plead my case
I only knew my fate when you relieved it to me
The fire you started
Showed it to me, leaving it’s burning reflection in my eyes

I accepted my sentence, unjust though it is
I have always accepted everything you have given to me
Every word spoken
Maybe that is why I am a dead woman walking.
But I accept this too.

So here I am, being consumed by this inferno if your making
You brought me here, gave me this fate.

So watch me burn
Watch me bleed copper fire from every vein.

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