A piece of metal in the flame...

A piece of metal in the flame
Twists and curves and bends
Writhing to escape.
Such is my soul--
Contorted, blackened, burnt
Into a wrinkled little ball
As black as sin.
But my hand has never moved.

So inside everyone's chest
Sits the monster, a warped soul.
Distorted, hidden, tortured,
Rejected, the monster consumes
Our lost--my lost--soul.

Each day lust thrusts in its knives.
Day by day the soul dies.
There is no escape but in your monstrous embrace
Which is eternally so far away.

Spurned is my passionate monster.
Ignore it at your peril;
Heed my unspoken, innocent
Sin.

Author's Note

Any comments welcome.