Burning

That which yearns, burns Wrought by which it seeks Encased in a ring of fire Few dare to risk the scourge Fewer succeed unscathed The sight of my unburnt hand Eyes cry and hearts bleed Understanding is all but lost Chronicled by an unfortunate muse Understood by those who don't care Sympathy surrounds us Empathy empowers us A tale of untold heros The hero is one with the scourge and burn and pain that accompanies A life lived by a suicidal sociopath Wasted upon the burnt plains And yet the hand returns And with it brings the body And yet it is so very cold...