scalded

Fire on her lips,
She satisfies my appetite;
Freezing my heart,
And filling my ear
With flame.

With this hypocritical pen
I speak,
And with these accusing fingers
I scream,
"Humanity!", who hath
Wrought her cruel vengeance
On my soul.

You ask why I harden myself
To you; I just want you to feel.
The pangs of constant disappointment,
The daily corrosion of my faith,
The harmless mutilation of my heart,
Everything.