Fire

Inside of me is a fire

Kindled by seething anger

And fueled by the hatred

For the loss of all things sacred

This fire is constantly burning

Every evening, every morning

Hotter than the pits of hell

This fire is trapped inside a shell

A shell made of paper skin

A shell coated in sin

Stricken by grief and pain

Destroyed by guilt and shame

But not till after this shell has died

Will have the fire inside