Like Cinder

I found the door and paradise was gone, it's bliss vacated

it's warming embrace disguised as searing palisades to entrap

my elation was upended, it's splendor was just poison

appearing as a notion I yearned for, but verily was Hell

it's taunting was torture, it's fleeting lured me deeper still

it was always just a game to you, why couldn't I hear the knell?

A stale solitude would have been much more comforting,

preferred to the cancerous blooming nightmare of sickness,

a personal cell of shame and hatred, nothing more.

Such feelings have been my downfall, I spoke

the words that formed the dagger in my heart,

the shackles that bind me here, but I am sure

that I led myself to this madness forever.