a flame burning bright
a single light in the dead of night
illuminating the dark
dancing, burning hot
shades of red
shades of orange
shades of yellow
sparking desire
moving freely.
free? as in freedom?
no! the flame is a captive!
because if it gets too strong...
disaster befalls everything it touches
such a wild flame, if allowed to breath,
would surely destroy.
a beauty, when controlled.
a nightmare when allowed to be free.
a raindrop falling from the sky
always changing.
never constant.
unreliable.
sometimes a gas
sometimes a liquid
sometimes a solid
a need for consistency lingers,
but it was not meant to be
nature is against its will
the need, the want-
it's strong...
it's just not strong enough
I'm a flame, he is rain
nature tells me to hate him.
he can destroy me
my power, my destructive force
it's nothing compared to his power
he consumes me. all of me.
leaves me burned out.
nothing.
so why, when I burn bright again, do I want that raindrop?
some sort of suicide, if that's what you want to call it.
emotional and mental suicide
I'm attracted to the very thing that could finish me.
he seeks to destroy me.
like a lion, who stalks his prey.
and with that, fear grips me...
I shrink, barley a whisper.
my brilliance dims...
and in the quiet of the starlit sky
I fade.
I seek not life.
nor death.
I live only for the chase.
my time of *******'s at hand
i shall return-with a vengance
that makes babies cry
and grown men
who are trained to exterminate me
quiver in their boots.
and he shall taste fear.
i come back
not as a flame...
but as a BLAZE!!