you dance in oil
you court fire
burning, sucking
life from those
who love, who care
who want nothing more
than to see you fall
flat on your face
tiptoeing the edge
isn’t your style
you plunge head first
diving into dungeons
where you spin in circles
banging on windows
screaming to winds
draining the blood
so no one will help
no one will want
that unbearable torture
find pleasure in finding
what you’ve done wrong
consequence lies
you do too
own the faults, say
in the solace of a cell
for longer than a day
why don’t you fall already
and stay down so you can
know the pain inflicted
on not just you
your personal grave
enjoy those white walls
because one day
no one will be there
to catch you when you finally fall