The Flame Poem by William Mowell

Burning the flame, this is no game,
Love is the way, but you've gone astray
Leaving me with this, a bag full of shit
it gets better with time, but I'm out of my mind

I remember the day, you threw me away
Now I am dark, having no heart
The flames that I feel, I cannot appeal
To this way of life, so I get high as a kite

Hoping to mend, this shape that I'm in
But the drugs are an end, the pain I cannot send
Out of my limbs, I am kissing this sin