Cold Feet On The Coals Of Hell...

Walking along
However wrong
With cold feet
On a burning street
Coals roasting against the soles
Holes melting through their wholes
With a smoke-singed sinister smell
from these cold feet on the coals of hell

Which steps had gone so wrong
How are strides misled so long
As feet still walk along
Each step so ever wrong
While coals still callous soles
Of these evaporating souls
And blisters coat these feet
Still cold despite this heat
Their steps still cast as if by a spell
That curses cold upon these feet
Feet frozen upon the coals of hell

Where else is there
What sight beyond a stare
Just as uncertain as unaware
Without care enough to dare
Tread on and not away from this
Reaching no grounds to later miss
With nowhere left along the right of way
Only melted glaciers of fire-lakes today
Where cold drips from frozen soles
That waste away on aimless strolls
As strides curse footsteps where they fell
Upon these cold feet on the coals of hell

Far too dumb or cowardly still
With no want to fuel a lack of will
All this nerve that cannot feel
All face lost and turning heel
As coals still melt the soles
Burning holes through souls
While no force can attract or repel
These cold feet on the coals of hell