Like icy fear,
and fiery panic,
shooting through your veins,

chaos, chaos,
turns your mind,
fogs your heart,
and your brain,

cool ocean blue,
eyes soft yet alert,
watching, floating,
we are opposites,
yet fit, smoothly,

you are darkness,
or so you like to pretend to be,
i am light,
or so i’d like to be,
but together we are grey,
together we are human,
or human enough,

Their eyes are laden with a sea of sadness,
Sorrowful, and old,

Their hair the brown of sweet chocolate,
With a personality alike,

They are strong, They have made it,
I will make sure they stay,

I will take that sadness,
That pain,
Even if I have to bear it,
They do not deserve it,

Why the world must do this,
I do not know,
But I will protect them,
They will protect me,
And we will weather the storm together,
No matter how hard the gale gets.

the sharpness of the air burned in my lungs,
it moved across my skin,
washing away old sin,

i could still feel the heat in my bones,
reminding me of the dancing  flames,
and the dark  shadows,
and the howling  screams of the teens,

deep, deep within me,
lies a primal  RAGE,
it is most of what I know,
of what i feel,
I cannot extinguish it,
Just push it
DOWN
DOWN
DOWN
deeper into my soul,
its fire  RAGES,
forever,



i am alive,
blazing with RIGHTEOUS FEELINGS,
always,



I was born for the apocalypse,
my rage carved out of thick, hard, stone,
every nerve like a live wire, i sparked,
my instincts knew where to take me,
to danger, to life,

…...but
….. where am i?
there is no apocalypse here,
not for me,

not yet.

the woods are a frighteningly beautiful place,
strong and ancient, they either protect you with their grace,
or become your enemy and swallow you forever,
give them the respect they deserve,
worry not for the children
for they are safe within their confines,
worry for your own soul,
as they have yet to deem you worthy,

All I’ve ever wanted, is to be the best version of myself,
and no matter how hard I try,
recently,
I haven’t been able to find her,
but in you,
in you I see her,
shining,
happy,
sometimes sad,
but supported,
despite my objections,
she is loved.