Lumber is stoked and the flames rise higher Time passes and I hope that they do heal but still they cannot be soothed All I can wish for is that with time, they will be subdued For now they simply rise and rise, higher and higher into the limitless sky I may try to cut off the oxygen supply Will I die? Maybe if I don’t breathe Maybe if I don’t feel I can protect myself—no that is simply wishful thinking The yells and screams aren’t the worst part It’s the subtle silence and tension that pulls at my heart You shouldn’t be together, you aren’t happy, not in Love. Have you forgotten what it means? Now it is something I can only hope to attain in my dreams Two people unraveled stand before me Nothing would suggest their inability to act tame It is up to me to water down my flame It may be too late for the corruption of my ideas-- Ideals no more But I could never trust someone who picks a *****