You've seen me do it again and again,
I do it now and I did it then,
It's pain that I feel, this feeling I caress,
Till it feels so sublime that it causes no more distress.
The flames that lick my body make me feel clean,
They burn away some parts of me that are darker than they seem,
Every inch of my skin burns in those flames,
Even as the agony is washed away, I feel no pain.
Inside the inferno that I call my mind,
I still know not where my thoughts are aligned,
Those abstract emotions jealousy and despair,
Are they to leave me in a constant state of disrepair?
To integrity and hope I hold fast,
I wonder how much longer they will last,
Do I risk them? Do I risk getting lost?
Or do I stick by them obstinately, No matter the cost?
