Black Flame

Black Flame

Why have you Come for me

Sitting at my side…

Knitting my Hands to the Floor

What purpose can it serve…

Striking Fear in the Heart

Of a Man already thin…

You Mock me

With Your Cool, Calm Laughter…

And yet it turns to String it seems

These Shackles made of Vapors…

And Mists

I turn to go…

And you watch me leave…

Not even you are Committed

To This Follying Soul

Not even Fear…

Can Find a way

DarkJade-

PICTURE CREDIT – Flame On Black