Inferno

Thoughts of the night come into view,
Brought on by danger and feverfew,
Eyes look down into the flames,
The breath of remembrance; of love, and of pain,

The stars twinkle down; smirking,
All their eyes cast down at me; mocking,
My glare goes against their million stares,
Blood boiling at what they dare,
Who are they to judge me?

The flames twist, and smoke coils,
Around the moment that my blood boils,
They reflect the hands, once loving and warm,
Set aflame by Inferno’s burn,

“Why didn’t you save me,” a voice hisses,
A breath upon the wind; a voice of empty wishes,
It teases and taunt me, the wind her hands,
Biting, scratching, and I can’t blame them,
I look into the flames once more,
Wanting to scream, wanting to bleed forlorn,
But it is my punishment to live with my crime,
My endless torment; my pain and my lies,
So I seek to torture myself,
With memories long gone,
Left to star at the fires of scorn.