Cradle will Rock

Why does my anger harbor me in a cradle of flames?

I want out—

But he won’t let me—

I’m in love with the flames I’m in—

Enlightened by his touch…

I want out—

Gravitated by his pull…

Out is now in—

And forever more will his fire dwell in me.

My own perpetrator that penetrates my thoughts—

My Demon…But his Lover

How deep will this fiery cradle rock?