A burst of flames, as if that would help.
I'm filled with anger, the worst I've ever felt.
I don't know how to control it, I don't know how to let it go.
Because every thought that comes by, loosing my life is all I know.

Flames coming through my eyes.
I'm worked up over my life of lies.
For now it's become too much for me to bare.
I'm filled up with rage, and I'm ready for it to burst into the air.

My thoughts are polluted.
Shame, anger, rage is included.
My minds wrecked with this pain.
Everyday it seems to be the same.

But now it's too much to handle.
It's too much to be tangible
So this answer is true.
To reach peace, taking my life is what I have to do.

I try too hard, but I don't want to seem malicious.
I try too closely, but then I seem too meticulous.
But me giving up doesn't help this ******.
I'm trying to patch my mistakes up, I'm trying to patch up these cracks.
But ever as I try, I seem to fall too short.
Every word I let out, there seems to be a retort.
So what should I do? Where should I go?
Those are questions, whose answers I beg desperately to know.
As I must fix my wrongs, and make them right.
I'm trying to step out of the darkness, and step into the light.
For a life of mistakes is not what I want to live in.
So I'm going to repent away from my sin and hope that one day I'll be forgiven.

The coolness of the air, and the soft touch of this gentle breeze. So delicate to the point in time where I feel the love of peace, just as I wish that I could live this moment for just a bit longer, freeze. Stop all motion, and look at the sky of God's great glory, because with every rain drop that falls down, there seems to be another delicate story. Waiting to be heard, and waiting to be told, so why not peer at the sky and let our life rain systematically and unfold?