5/12/07, 4:03pm
Before anyone asks: No this is not about anyone I know at the moment... it was just what sprang out of my head and made me feel better at the time to write.
My home is gone,
Destroyed by my own hands in a moment of insanity.
There is no apology I could make at the moment,
I was designed to fight,
Designed to not give up,
Created for struggle.
I know not how to be otherwise,
And that is what slowly poisons my life…
Brings the fire that destroys.
All should fear,
All should avoid this battered shell because nothing is left but the fire,
Fire behind these eyes.
None can win against it,
None can serve under it,
All consuming and complete… yet beautiful.
I will never be called that again,
Never hear His voice again,
And yet even that I fight against.
There are no roads that will accept me,
No home that could keep me,
No love that can chain me,
I am nothing more then the fire… and it is time to learn control of it,
So that maybe sometime in the future I can warm another soul
Instead of slowly burning it to the ground.
