The Trash Is Burning Poem by Beggar Boy

The trash is burning, the stench is in the air
a thousand tongues, a thousand voices of despair

The trash is burning, it reeks of sin
When will I crash? Will I fall again?

The trash is burning, an enormous blaze
It raises up its hellish haze

The trash is burning, but no warmth here
just a cold heart, full of fear

The trash is burning, what terrible vice!
It's raining guilt on a heart made of ice

The trash is burning, please...
someone put out the fire.