Scorched, Scalded, Blistered

At this point,
I wish I was in my personal cell,
In myself watching everything.
I am sick,
Can't you tell?
In my eyes, I cannot see my paradise.
Now why can't I die?
It's all I wish for.
Give it to me now.

Why am I burning?
Why am I on fire?
Can you not see my desire?

Moving on with life,
Passion is replaced with dissension.
An avid display of affection,
Now filled with contention

How does this affect a person?
It is different for everyone.
Some weep and suffer while some claim retribution.

The path I tread down,
Led me to no solution.
No sense of dissolution
Would heed my call.

I proceeded to fall
But what I was not ready for
Was the insight that would shatter me.
And conduct me to take matters into my own hands.
I bide my time in prevarication,
Parched dry as a bone.

War! Wage War!
My rage roars,
My soul left me
No!
I am on fire,
I see it now,
Why I am dying.
So painful.
I never realized this much,
This is what I had asked for.

I am cured.
Can't you tell.
I open my eyes,
I see my paradise, in blaze
Suicide, a final thought.
Not one I'd like to end on,
But you took my life.
Without a will,
You have left me.