In my bones there is fire
It seeps from my marrow
It radiates
It burns me from the inside out demanding to be heard
To be felt
To be known
I shut my eyes and push back the pain
The sorrow
I allow myself to become hollow
And pure
But I am unclean
I am filth
I am rage
There is a fire
And it burns
And as I rip the flesh from my bones
I can hear it whisper
It is pure
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
In my bones there is fire
It seeps from my marrow
It radiates
It burns me from the inside out demanding to be heard
To be felt
To be known
I shut my eyes and push back the pain
The sorrow
I allow myself to become hollow
And pure
But I am unclean
I am filth
I am rage
There is a fire
And it burns
And as I rip the flesh from my bones
I can hear it whisper
It is pure
