Torment Me With Images Of Who I Once Was

I was a burning bush in a sea of disenchantment somehow locked within the bitterness of an endless yesterday that starved the life from my diseased bones, the fire was to be my freedom from the sins that were discarded around me like dying leaves falling from the pathetically bare arms of a shedding tree, that fashioned me into something sinister that no longer resembles anything human, just a shell of a shadow that  has no shape or substance…