Sinners Consumed

*PART 2 OF A DUET*
My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match.
Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise.
My gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory.
My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink.
I tried to leave her. Couldn’t doit.
I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either.
So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers.
I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone.
Tepoblemis fdnevriathorge.