I see you wear
a crown of flames,
every day.
every night.
You don\'t sleep,
you dream of waking up,
reborn and unchained,
in a painless dawn,
far away,
but you only wake up
to the screams
that crowd your soul,
the disembodied voices
of your nightmares.
I wish I\'d become
a gentle rain to put out
your bitter fires:
all I can do
is catch your fiery tears
upon my shoulder.