The Core Stings

Time remaining
I plead
To whomever might hear
To slow the winding

The connection from my eyes
Throguh to my center crumples
Acid courses throughout my core
Blink to keep tears inside
Although fire I hold in my hand
Is used for no other, though tempted
My flame is meant only for me
It tourtures me but I keep ingesting

My tears flow red
My blook pulses black through a glass heart; thin, inklike
Hell on earth is only your mind
Telling you it is time