ISOLA INFERNUS

meet my own gaze in the reflection
weary, aching pools of hazel
chest empty and hollow as the iris
crackling flames behind
illuminate the scene
an inward lean
a vain attempt to see
to peer within
into the dark
into my sins
gaze into the filth
as it circles in the drain
dirt and blood across my skin
notions of pleasure, comfort fading
not living, not here, just waiting
for the inferno to finish consumption
while i try to forget the violence
that lay behind heavy eyelids