riddle

Like shadows, tip-top
'Boo'. incessant, unrelenting
Poison to his soul
Tumour to his heart
Static, stuck, daughter of earth
Revolves, but he stays
Rooted, the tumour feeds
'Boo' incessant unrelenting
Soaked with gasoline
He burns and seethes
Confession- don't douse the flames
They flare, they lick
The gates to his soul
And he can't see anymore