I burn the red to rekindle a friend,

Stick in a pin in the wick to make,

It stick.~

I burn the black to make sure the,

Things I have said stay gone and,

Never circle back.~

I say the words and burn your hair,

To make sure you stay gone and,

Haunt someone else s who cares~.

I catch your reflection in a mirror,

It is said the mirror puts all,

Demons to rest trapped inside,

Your essence will die..~

I cast away my thoughts of yesterday,

As they start to become nothing but,

Memories lost without rage..~.

I burn your picture at midnight,

To make sure that your soulless ass,

Stays on its new flight with another to fight..~

The torture you brought me is gone within,

Now its my time to live again.

Time slips by so all my thoughts of us,

Drop and run, know I have one another,

Day in the sun……~

Inkmaster.