You feel like fire to me. All warm and beautiful With the ability to Burn Me Alive Mesmerizing to behold As you dance around with a glittering spark in your eyes As you always seem to Draw Me In And entice me to dance with you. So beautiful in your destruction With the ability to burn away the darkest of nights.
I want to breathe but The air is toxic and Your harsh words slice Deep.
I want to sleep but The monsters want to keep Me awake. It is only me that they Haunt.
I want to rest my Weary, aching feet but The chair, the sofa, the bed- This house is made of Fire.
I want to come home but coming to this place isnt coming home it is like walking into a place i used to know and finding it burnt to ashes and these ashes are **** and coarse not like the fine grey ash of a volcano not like the kind that creates new growth it is toxic it is poison it is toxic it is poison and i just…
I want to come home to a place that is warm and welcoming and gives me peace. I want to rest my mind and heart and soul. I want to feel safe and let myself go. I want to come home.
Before, This place was a home. Now, It is only poison.
This isn’t about the Sun anymore. This isn’t about being the Earth anymore. For once it’s not about being walked on. It’s not about false hope. It’s about hurting. … This is about burning. … Not because of the Sun. But rather, the fact that you blindly followed a torch in the darkness and now—now you are lost. … And no matter how long you stare at the plaster on your ceiling, all of the lines and dots and weird shapes, the map isn’t clear. … You wanted to grab the torch to bring the light closer, to see better. … But you went to far and grabbed the flame. ...