When you burn at your fingers what smolders in your head (thing)

You burn but the candle was never lit

You burn but your heart was never warm

You burn and you burn

but your words

are ice

You burn at the words

but the paper won't

You burn your fingers and you burn your soul

but you will

never

ever

never

ever

reignite the flame

The years pass like pebbles

and the stones gather momentum

trickling down the walls like blood pouring

from all your lies accumulating over time

as time is the only passage here

and once you ran from door

to door - corridor to

corridor

But you will

never

ever

never

ever

find your way back out

You burn but the candle was never lit

You burn but your heart was never warm

You burn and you burn

but your words

are ice