Tell me
In what lake of fire
Did you purchase those eyes-
Did the sulfur burn your nostrils
Did the smoke blind your eyes
Did the heat kindle your passion
Until you were one consuming bonfire
Broken free from the secret bowels of earth.
The coins you paid with,
Are they now shiny molten pools
And was it worth the trouble
To keep me from sleep
Because now I feel the flames all night long
Till the morning sun blots out the stars
And I wake up smelling smoke
From my own charred remains.
I would throw myself into your cauldera
A sacrifice for the lost and abandoned
Just to incinerate the last evidence
But it's a bit too late now.
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