From the fire to the smoke,
the fumes have the power to make one choke,
the heat begins to rise, waking up that feeling inside,
with the increase in temperature, the walls it starts to effect,
changing the texture, where both sides start to connect,
Where they meet,
both sides melting into one another from direct heat,
my yin to my yang,
now becoming one thang,
dripping down, making no sound,
now forming a puddle on the ground,
Because from the smoke to the fire,
My light and dark not like it was prior,
Now merged it's now entire.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
From the fire to the smoke,
the fumes have the power to make one choke,
the heat begins to rise, waking up that feeling inside,
with the increase in temperature, the walls it starts to effect,
changing the texture, where both sides start to connect,
Where they meet,
both sides melting into one another from direct heat,
my yin to my yang,
now becoming one thang,
dripping down, making no sound,
now forming a puddle on the ground,
Because from the smoke to the fire,
My light and dark not like it was prior,
Now merged it's now entire.