They give me a reason to fight further into the fire
And let the flames of pain and rage lick my veins
Until my skin sizzles and pops.
They started the heat, of course,
But the fuel is all my doing, my head,
It is what makes me worse.
The heart clenching coldness
The part of me that needs the fire, the burning,
To make me feel warm again.
It is makes the numb dwindle away,
That started from no understanding in the West
And the unjust judgement in the East.
So douse me in your words
And set me afire with a nudge and a push.
Then, watch me grow and thrive amongst the flames.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
They give me a reason to fight further into the fire
And let the flames of pain and rage lick my veins
Until my skin sizzles and pops.
They started the heat, of course,
But the fuel is all my doing, my head,
It is what makes me worse.
The heart clenching coldness
The part of me that needs the fire, the burning,
To make me feel warm again.
It is makes the numb dwindle away,
That started from no understanding in the West
And the unjust judgement in the East.
So douse me in your words
And set me afire with a nudge and a push.
Then, watch me grow and thrive amongst the flames.
