Blue Flame

I am too tired to hate.
I scream my insanities,
only to hear them echo back from the empty void.
My fury is depleting,
 and has become frail ashes in a fire long dead.

I am drained of emotion, left with only words.
Words scrambled into an order I seem fitting,
  and by everyone else, they will be ignored.

That once blazing fire burned away all falsities
and scorched betrayal into honesty.
It is all gone, and I am left with this pathetic poem,
    waiting for someone to read it.