Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

FLAMES

I wonder how pure the heat is,
For it only make the beat at ease,
Surely I'll melt some chocolates to be in such hype,
Or just a simple coffee that can bring me some sight,

Teaspoons of sugar can make your drink sweet,
But there's no sweeter than a spoonful of lies,
Even white lies were wrong for trice,
An exposed rotting truth with flies,

Some people just discussed how good they were,
A funny discussion of the animals,
Loosing control on the things that they dreamed about,
We're just entering a flame without any protection on our skin,

Steaks were delicious when properly cooked,
Medium rare? Or roasted?,
Flames bring the eerie side of things,
Illusive sides of normal walking meat,
Even roasting stinky fleet,

Burnt clothes were good,
For they would be so smoky,
Cough of blood starts to be so sweet,
End up dying with sugary water on a bag,
Pleasing yourself with tons of lies and brag,
How crucial to see a moth lured by the shiny flag?

It ends here,
No, I mean it wasn't going to stop,
I've learned how to burn my memories and killed them twice,
But ghosts of past never bring some nice,
An element of destruction,
The sanities of my hallucination,
The grief inside my room was an interaction,
Between life and death,
Is such a pathetic opinion.

Bloody blades,
Never feels like cotton,
Tasting pain,
Never taste like sugars,
Even blood itself,
Taste like lies,
Red as an apple,
Dripping all over the surface of my bed,
Slowly dies.

Regrets and Promises,
Flames and colds,
Things I tried to hide,
Were just killed by my simple rise,
I fall apart,
My bones break,
And my eyes tear with pain,
Until I see the flame.

Where's the flame?
"on the next page dear"