God, my salvation.
Throw me something afloat,
for me to cling to.

He consumes my mind,
my forest fire in the breeze.
I must pull the plug.

God gifted her with
the passion of a
raging forest fire.

He entrusted her with
the love of an
unrelenting river.

To house her precious
soul, his hands sculpted
a worthy vessel.

Golden hair like the sun,
grey eyes like the rain.
God sketched her body,
perfecting it with pain.

De Moivres theorem, on the projector.
my imagination whirs, my own protector.
Emotions consume, they stop me trying.
How then could I fail? The goal denying.

If I cannot direct these fiery flames,
then let them engulf me entirely.
Leaving not a single hair uncharred.
Sparing no feeling, only memory.

You run for me, pail of water in hand.
The water rises, and the water falls.
Like raging waves on a vengeful sea -
Like the betallion of tears in your eyes.

Alas, it hits ground - my arm left outstretched.
Confusion and betrayal paint your face.
Angels like you, can't comprehend this hate.
While I generously give and take it.

Should I fail to control this raging gift;
I would rather be consumed than lose it.
Extraordinary failure suits me,
ordinary success just never did.