Who Are You To Point Fingers? Poem by Chris Tiganescu

These nights rain with the same
fire that have been. She believes
me to be lost but the only thing I
am losing is happiness with each
accusation she spits in my face.
I am a hater and a low life within
her beautiful eyes. When I strive
with a broken heart to bring her
the joy she deserves. One false
moment brings her to edge. My
edge is below me, push me. Do it.
Push me forward. I dare you!
Watch the fire engulf me! Can
you bare it? Your my restraint
from a firey demise, my soul savor
I entrust my life to you, as I always
will. Leave it a moment stomp it out.
I dare you. The sizzle is a sweet
scent. No pain to my skin, though
I'd prefer it. The skin may heal, a
life won't. Below is the devil who
dwells within with his power life
shall dim. Lord why would you
take her away! ? Give her to me
only to take her away! ? Have I not
been well enough in your eyes.
Obviously not. We're running these
nights with a sinful heart, they
long a taste for blood. Helpless to
the world. Lie me down bring
me around I'm falling.