Longing For The Flame I know I shouldn't do it. I know it's stupid. I know it's dangerous. But the temptation is so strong. The thoughts of doing it spins around in my head, continuously tempting me to give in. I so badly want to do it, to stop the voices in my head and the itching feeling in my hands. I want to silent everything that is going on in my head. Because the headache is only getting worse. The burning sensation in my throat is getting worse. The craving I'm trying to resist is getting worse. And I can't deal with it, it's driving me mad. I'm trying to scream it away. To scare the evil demons inside of me. But it's so hard. I want to lit the wooden match, watch the mesmerizing flame and feel the satisfaction. I want to feel it burn my fragile body and engrave its power onto my soft skin. I want the warmth to radiate on my soul, and make my blood boil. I swear I'm trying to resist it. But it's getting even worse now, the pain in my head. I'm screaming. I'm begging it to go away. But the voices won't listen. They won't leave me alone. My broken cries is echoing through the freezing night. But they're useless. Everything inside of me is slowly breaking. The pieces falling to the ground together with my warm tears. I can't do this. I give up. And I lit the match. #poem #night #fire #temptation #sad #hurt #pain