desperate to be free.
A snap of the finger,
sent it all flaring.
Blinded by the red haze,
grasping for sanity.
Guilt crashes in,
like a wave rising from
the freezing sea;
dousing off the fire
from this raging heart.
Leaving nothing else
but a black smoke
rising to the air,
and an invisible scar
on this wicked-weakened heart.
Now I ask, who else would dare
to cross its desolate path?
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