i rage and rage so much within my body that i surely must combust;
however, this is my war and i must decide how it ends.
i think, it ends like this:
my eyes closed;
storms, ecstasy;
the cusp of autumn as summer withers;
my eyes open;
and i forget for a moment;
i want to live in this strange afterglow even as the darkness descends and extinguishes my light;
but i will continue raging and fighting even as i ignite.