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