Round Poem by Lizzy Scott

Feeding the fire
That I wish to burn out
Yet stocking this havoc
Keeps me from life’s doubt.

The thing, oh this burden
Is what keeps me alive
A thin line between such insanity
And the health to which I strive.

Satanic, Angelic, Oh what is this now?
Stocking this fire, I can’t live without.
How can it be me, I have treated before
The mimicking thing, yet a different soul.

Am I dreaming?
Is this real?
My strength, My power,
Is what this strives to steal.

I must defeat this, Oh but how?
Brick by brick, it must start now.