the fire burns my veins <br />in a fugal attempt to cure my cold heart <br /> <br />through my eyes flows acid rain <br />burning through my eyelashes <br />drip dropping onto my paper <br />ruining the ink <br />twisting the words <br />showing my true thoughts <br /> <br />with every thump of my heart <br />I can feel the fire flow <br />lub dub <br />lub dub <br />slowly filling my body <br />burning me inside out <br /> <br />flowing through my capillaries <br />tearing through muscle <br />through cartilage <br /> <br />and as I struggle <br />to control the scream <br />building inside me <br /> <br />you look at me <br />and smile <br />for I smiled first <br />painfully twitching <br />my decaying ashy muscles <br />into a half mooned face <br /> <br />all so you will never <br />truly know <br />the inside of me <br />why I hate me<br /><br />Christal Carpenter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untold-3/
