You lit me on fire,

With the proclaim,

"It will cleanse you!"

"You will be found!"

I withstood the scorching heat,

Felt every inch of my flesh melt,

With your echo in the background, 

About how well I took the pain, 

At this point I'm scrreaming, "What could I possibly gain?

Finally,it died out,

And ashes were the only thing left,

You shrugged your shoulders so nonchanlantly saying,

The fire left nothing of you, 

Because you're not a phoneix, 

You shouldn't have existed.

-A.L.