Betrayed

Feel the burn through blood and bone,
Searing, branding, as it flows.
Feel the heat, feel the pain,
Your eyes water,
Molten rain.

See your skin begin to glow,
A deadly blush.
See the lava ooze and flow,
A rushing slush.

Scabs of pain stick and stare,
While the anger and anguish flow and flare,
Its bright luminescence a heated glare.

All flows to a singular place,
The starting point of its molten race,
A place of supposed solace,
A place of supposed peace,
A place that - at the moment - is falling apart;
A place known as...
The heart