Don’t remember when I tripped
don’t remember when I fell
into the arms of the devil
into the fires of hell.
Thought I’d mended my wings
spread them wide to fly
headed for the heavens
the bright blue cloud filled skies.
The fires burn around me
my scars are raw and red
pain sears through my soul
I’m alive and yet I’m dead.
The flames tear at my flesh
when you look at me what do you see?
Do you see tomorrow’s guilt?
Is there anything left that used to be?
My wings are burnt to a crisp
from my body they do fall
my being melts in the heat
until I’m not there at all.
My mouth opens wide to scream
the pain rips like hot knives
I pray this is not real
the agony my senses deprive.
My footing never was secure or firm
my hold on sanity not strong
now I’m fodder for the worms
is this the place where I belong?
I met the devil at the end of the line
his tongue was silver and gold
his words like fine Irish lace
were a beauty to behold.
Restitution for my life I must pay
forever to burn in the flame
crying out in desperation
to hear someone call my name.