Unsettled Ashes

Dancing crimson, raised from embers of lust
Never settled for a long, soft glow
But for the sake of brief nirvanas 
Silly me, for not letting go
An everlasting hunger
I (resentfully) waited for
 
Try to make be believe
With the passion of a pastors' sermon,
echoed through hallowed walls
Instead of the same apathetic, monotone
And I, your self-serving servant, faithfully gave you praise

Now I'm layered in this ashy residue
Alone
I wear it like armour
To remind me of a time
When I danced too close to a fire
That was regrettably fueled by disdain
Leaving unsettled ashes to remain