Flames engulf a shattered heart,
Deteriorating and wasted, withered remains
Of charred ash, barely anything left behind.
Pieces scattered everywhere, lost and far away
From the center of emotional safety.
Gone forever, never to return.
Blood marks on flesh show torture wounds,
All self-inflicted from loving you,
And keeping unfaltering faith.
Slowly healed, worn pink scars mark pain,
From tearing up the hopeless heart,
It's iniquity left behind eternally.
Vivid memories grotesque in red have no shame.
The brutality is real,
Finally settling to an epiphany.
In hell, the flames expose fiery passion
To force the deep, thick rot away,
And cleanse it from all of the decay.