Girl on fire

Blurring focus of one’s true purpose

Clouds of conscience turn from white to grey as certitude flares

A prominent extinguisher being another’s moral compass

As the needle fights ferociously between volition and dares

She’s just a girl but she’s on fire

Hidden in her dark pages of silence and fright

The muffled screams glazed over by concocted desire

Created by society’s most horrifying play of knight

Looks like a girl but she’s a flame

Blurry faces, footsteps, and fragility

Three critical foundations of this hollow-hearted game

As she loses sense of herself being trapped by hostility

Slowly and steadily, the act swallows her inferno

Time slows down as she realises the toxicity of trust

Encapsulated by a script she once let flow

And punished for a character she created to combust

Humanity’s dilemma is awakened

Faced with devil’s spawn begging for permission

The spikes of justice are ostentatiously sharpened

Whilst she hunts for a streak of courage against such impassion

Why? Why must she hunt?

Why does her voice not echo as the trees shiver?

Why does she not sing? Why does she not shout?

With a heart as loud as lions, why does her voice not roar?

Shame shrouds, hides, and essentially overtakes

What once was and what never will be

This poison she breeds and the war she evades

A forgone chance to feel alive and free

The devil shan’t ever know this catastrophe

Nor the darkness that engulfs this once fiery soul

Thriving on his own, as the world lets hell be

And moves on to complete its unanimous goal

Yes, she’s just a girl.. but she’s still on fire.