Immolation. Poem by Wade Harlaine

Immolate my love and burn it
sacrifice my fragility its weakness
forget true honesty lets forsake it
Its purity embittered no sweetness

Appreciation human greed does belittle
the value of vanity does degrade
emaciation is I on a spit hell
the open heart desecration is made

Rebuttal encourages the red tempest
yet not for I but the next to be laid
does the hunger rake out the simplest
Will not wait for truth to be made?

And the will and the want to immolation
for the pyre does negate isolation.