As I lay my head beneath
the ashes of this dream
under the wild heat and fire
under the pain I hold in my heart
under each memory
memories I wish I didn\'t keep
they\'re burning bright
but not like my beautiful tiger
I\'m talking about
the fires of inferno
the Devil\'s in town
and as he plays his tricks
his laughter scratches my throat
leaving acid on my tongue
frightening my muse
and all the while...
I\'m right in the thick of this poem
trying to make it rhyme.