On My Crown of Envy

Gritted teeth grinding into rough cinders
The ash of a thousand spurns in my mouth
While you glory in the mud of smugness
Your face cloying with its curdled pleading

I hurl my hurts into this black abyss
And now from this yawning, drowning distance
I can feel the dark fire of thwarted hopes 
They scald with the flames of unholy wrath

And this crown of envy melts my skull down
With the heat of a thousand glaring suns
That burns these sunken cheeks and boils away
My angry tears - they wither with the light.