When it Burns
When it hurts so bad
Soul burns in agony
Raised hands
Soon covered in blisters
Touching the inferno
Presents greater pain
Than anybody knows
The flame can consume
Your fragile life
With a roar
All becomes dust
Shadows will be seared
When the façade burns
Nothing is left
But incinerated thoughts
Coupled with scorched
Dreams that lay on the floor
Waiting for the wind
To lift them
And take them elsewhere
Where an eclipse
Covers their faults
While the corpse is left
In a red blaze
That becomes a shroud
Which shields
The world
From a conscious mind