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.