[It opens and I]

Fire erupts from wounds that fester

Release is a scowl from a courtroom jester

You pray for water to wash yourself clean

Only to leap into filth and speak the obscene.

Again, you say, wiping mud from your eyes

The pain, you say, is no surprise.

Your tears scream protest with each new blow

From a hand that is yours and this you know.

Deny it as much as you like, you can try

Your cuts run deep, Blood betrays Lie.

A voice could tell me I’m being too hard

That no person should have their own skin marred

But that voice speaks not in this head held high

This head that knows that time draws nigh

To face the effects of the causes wrought

By this inner pain you so desperately sought

Truth does tell me you’re trying to run

Escape from the payment for your time of fun.

But like it or not it’s how these things work

Such is the price for a bitch gone berserk.

You bark and you whine, you screech and you hiss

You’re such a bloody fucking genius, riddle me this:

Put a knife to your wrist, twist it like so

Is the blade at fault for your own bloodflow?

Excuse my mouth, this arker hears

the protest of one who has no ears.

Curious it is that one can complain

After stabbing someone and finding a stain.

I shan’t light your pyre; you’ve done so already

I’m just here to keep the whole thing steady.

So I watch you now as you burn.

A lesson of fire: a lesson learned.