Dead-Flame

Born from ashes He lived in the flames Burned & bruised Didn't show any pain His life was a mess Yet, never once complained Inherited the sins of his father Knew he had a burden to take His destiny, already written Something his ideal idle hands couldn't make Just a small pawn in the game of fate A prop trapped in this carnal play Without love, without hate Till his part was over He had to stay With- Gloomy eyes, wistful smile on his face He carried on, night & day.