I am the fire

the haunted breathing wrath

the burdens i carried

i have now become

riding on the cannibal flame

consuming me whole

delivering my demons

into the waking nightmares

i witness by day and night

i am the animal of my illusions

lost remnants of freedom

like the pure winged butterflies

caged up in jars on my windowsill

blowing smoke into their unexpected air

the beauty of death

especially when the leftovers

of a person remains

emotions lost in the throes of perdition

hated butchered soul

does hope lay upon dried up river beds

or are these ruins

only raging dust incarnate