The Flames of Pain

The flames of pain have licked me,
They tantalize and tease-
They haunt me in the blackest night
And bring me to my knees…

I search out ways to drive them back
And bury them inside
Yet flames still singe my inner walls
Despite the tears I've cried

Age old furies rant and rave
And burn my very core
Til hellish flames begin to spread
Down every corridor...

I find the ways to numb myself
And never feel the fire…
But still it burns, consuming me-
It never seems to tire…

Give me something hedonish
To dull and block each part
So I won't have to feel at all-
This broken, beating heart…
 

By Sharon Frye
© 2005