I walk on fire.

Glowing and charring.

A path of gold.

A path of sorrow.

I walk on fire.

When I smile, they say ‘Madness’.

When I cry, they say ‘Bravo’.

I fight, I fight, no more.

I walk on fire.

I see glass, amidst, piercing my soles.

But the coal cauterizes my skin.

And I cut again. On and on.

Only the pain is permeance.

I walk on fire.

Right beside me is the Abyss.

Make a wrong step and all is lost.

Death beckons.

So easy it would be.

I walk on fire.

I look up to see floating angels.

I reach to touch.

But they float away further and further.

I walk on fire.

No more, no more.

Tears run dry.

I walk on fire.

They say love but there’s a different face.

‘Fulfill me’ they say ‘It’s your purpose’.

I walk on fire.

And I feel sick.

No one wants to listen.

No hope, none at all.

I walk on fire.

Hope is sanity.

Love is priority.

Darkness is eventuality.

I walk on fire.

Sometimes there’s peace.

Sometimes there’s fear.

But there’s always a calamity.

One called insanity.

I walk on fire.

‘You're not enough’.

‘You can’t save yourself’.

‘You can’t help it, it’s in you’.

I walk on fire.

I cut,

I bandage,

I cut again.

I walk on fire.

It’s on my wrist.

A blue curving snakes.

Blade sinks and relief?

I walk on fire.

I look ahead.

‘It won’t end’.

‘It will end’.

I must save her or she dies.