Blue Flames

Brokenhearted and distraught your eyes like rifles loaded and cocked enraged and disgusted with their whites blood shot you aim your gaze with the lever engaged and departed the room like the white waters rush Burnt to a crisp in an old fire pit piles of ash combusted your trust fades into night like day and slips beneath the horizon to dust Once inhaled deep like oxygen but has failed to mention it's poisonous as the iron in your blood corrodes like metal flaking fragments settle to rust A picture on the wall without a frame of a window held by no window pane falls to the ground melting away fueling the fire the bluest flame