if only it were possible,

i would write all my emotions down

on paper and i would, so subtle,

set it alight with my own fire.

even if i would cower and cover my ears

i'd still hear those cries which haunt me.

they scream out their laments and scours

as if they were a hymnal verse to god.

tear my eyes from the wicked world so i may be freed

of all the worldly things that now entrap me, but

then i'd fail again; as the words, they have burned

into place, just the way my emotions have.

thus, my paper heart is brought to ashes

and with this i wish, so hard, could be.

my only desire, to be in those flames.

if only it were possible.