Burnout
Nhi Phan
a candle and i
feverish, mad flames flicking atop
as the fire of our ire burns -
burns us to our final drop
oh flames of mine,
will you not for once temper yourself down
for all the poor bastards caught in your wake?
“no,” it cries, “we shall all together drown”
feverish, mad flames flicking atop
as the fire of our ire burns -
burns us to our final drop
oh flames of mine,
will you not for once temper yourself down
for all the poor bastards caught in your wake?
“no,” it cries, “we shall all together drown”