Victim

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  The flames burn,
Burn my skin,
When will we learn,
To look within,

The mist and ash,
Clutter the sky,
The coming backlash,
And we wonder why,

It wouldn't work,
Our love and innocence,
The fury lurks,
It doesn't make sense,

The fire spreads,
Killing all hope,
Picking at the thread,
I can't cope,

With the look you give me,
"Don't go," I beg you,
Through the flames I can't see,
The last thing to lose,

Just walked out,
Leaving me to perish,
Even as I scream and shout,
Nothing left to cherish,

As the fire dies down,
There's not even a corpse,
The murderer wears the crown,
Grinning, of course,

A sadistic killer,
Stealing people's hearts,
Standing on a pillar,
Thinking he's so smart,

The victim is free,
Of the flames and lies,
Since there was no "we",
Then why not cut the ties?  

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