I watch you burn: the flames of perdition
whirl like flares on the surface of the sun,
swarm around you, etching you of your soul.
I watch you burn: you who once made me whole,
gouged now from me like an offending eye,
and hurled into the amaranthine fire.
I watch you burn: cauterized of promises,
lies and pretenses, stripped of disguises,
bereft of your poetry's phosphorescence.
You burn, along with my charred innocence.
And until nothing is left except your
smouldering ashes, until I am sure
not a breath of you is left to return,
not a whisper, nothing: I watch you burn.