The Incinerator

A twist of fate altered his life

Stabbed with a figurative knife

Once unbound and ridin’ free

Now, someone else holds the key

Smooth skin and baby blue eyes

Underneath, a heart full of lies

Blind trust drew him into the flame

The incinerator is without shame

Years and years, just a masquerade

Love for security she would trade

Believing in her with complete trust

Loving many others to her a must

To the limit like an over revved Pan

His mind exploding inside this man

Longing to cause these things to cease

From this nightmare there is a release

Her haunting laughter has came to an end

His life was drained by a so called friend

The rest of his days in a small prison cell

The incinerator is now burning in hell

© 2008  Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer