Erasing The Evidence

Only I would know how great it felt to burn his picture. Watching the ashes drift and his face go up in flames. Saying "Fuck you" to anything that was left, Saying "Fuck you" and laughing at dissolving pain. Smell the smoke, my dear! Inhale deep into your lungs... It's the scent of the chains that held you back from it all. Inhale deep, my dear... It's the scent of freedom from the heavy clutch of his sharpened claw [Heh. I wrote this when I was 14/15. I liked it so much back then. Gave me a sense of power, almost? I don't mind if you don't like it. I would just like to know what people think of it. I sometimes think that I wrote better when I was younger. Things were just easier to write back then. I have such trouble writing nowadays.. I know the structure is a little messed up, but I like it that way. Sometimes if you say it in a certain way it rhymes, so I didn't know whether to put it as freeverse or rhyming.]