As I Burn
I am sixteen,
And I reside in hell.
The devil knows me by my first name,
And I by hers.
I find myself doing the same things.
How do I change?
My life is a mess,
But there's no use cleaning it up,
I can't change.
Like a vehicle out of gas,
Waiting for somebody to refuel me,
But nobody wants to go to hell.
So I continue to wait,
Seconds turn to minutes,
Minutes turn to hours,
Hours to days,
And days burst into flames.
Through hell I walk alone
But I'm followed by demons,
So I hide in the fire of my memories.
Because my memories scare the demons away,
The light of these flames are blinding me,
So I shield my eyes and wait.
If only the devil would save me again.
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