Just as the clouds, dark and heavy with emotion induced dreadful thunder that reverberates with hunger, the will to survive is merely the strangled cry of a dying animal seeking for relief where none exists. The heart wrenching heaves and groans finally cease and the skies let it all out. The helplessness pity and pain for all who cling to life in vain. That empty hole in your chest is going to burn like hell. That ***** that pumps the blood and keeps your cheeks warm is going to catch aflame. And that raging fire is going to ignite the blood flowing through your fingertips. Your going to fall in love and that girl is going to pour gasoline all over your little mess of a life. And that's when you'll realize that a fiery heart does nothing but burn you to to the ground. You'll be six feet deep in ashes and regrets. Lies shoved so deep down your throat that you won't be able to scream for your release from the chains that bind you to this ground that you used to call home. You're free.