Yearn To Burn Poem by Ima Ryma

My mother tried to warn me of
The hell that I was heading for.
But even lots of mother's love
Would not stop me from wanting more
Of the wild life that did inspire
Me to keep heading toward that goal
Of living life that was on fire,
Oh so willing to sell my soul.
It mattered not whatever cost
The devil wanted, I would pay,
And in the fire I soon got lost,
And hell became my only way.

My mother over me did cry,
And probably did wonder why.