Oh how the searing heat flows through my veins.
Filled with Passion that rivals the hottest Sun.
It blooms bright
In hues of Reds and Golds.
The snarl in my throat,
With my sharp teeth,
And my hot breath.
Yet my tongue hangs limp and heavy.
Petrified I stand.
Vibrations through my chest.
I feel my heart will seize its rapid beating.
Nails like claws,
I rake them through my flesh.
Blood creeps from the cracks,
And I can no longer stand.
A cry for help,
A cry for mercy.
I know.
I know.
I know.

Knowing is not enough.
There must be action.
There must be love.
There must be an open mind.
For Rage to fade.

Strands of dead cells spun in gold.
Dyed Pink and shorn close.
Punk Rock, Rebellious.
Makes my heart race.

A sweet smile,
A button nose,
Framed by strong cheek bones.
A beauty to behold.

High in her tower.
Made of strong wood,
Softened and warn.
An Owl hoots next door.
Wisdom held in its gaze.
Reflected into bright blue eyes.

Oh!
Such beauty,
Such wisdom.
Locked away so far North.

To fly on wings of Love,
To the Siren high above.

Blistering heat at my back,
The earth quakes with restlessness,
For the South Longs for your presence as much as I.