The Ticket

October 2, 2008
Agony is a roaring red fire.
Burning up bliss.
and leaving only dispare.
Tongues of fire liking me clean,
consuming every part
Surrounding me in emptyness
Leving me to imagine
What did I do wrong?
Everytime my mind wonders
Agony roars,
To let me know it is still there.
Glassy tears begin to fall,
Shimering in the orangy flames.
There is no where to go,
I want a ticket out of here.
Flames are all around,
There is no escape
The follow me everywhere.
To school, to my football games,
Even hidden inside my pitch black closet.
It still finds me,
They find me,
The roaring red flames of agony.

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