The Feared Flames

Give into the whispers of doubt
They will overpower any hope seeping from your naivete
Give into the simple imperfections
They will overshadow any vague beauty within your plagued eyes
The feared flames are the rescuer in this sick game
The endless torture is a gift from the merciful heavens
I would cut a hole through my chest
And offer my heart for such an afterlife
How could I suffer through paradise
When hell is all that I've ever known