Like a violent fire, scathing my body, Speechless, without tears. Concentrating on the pain, nothing else. I cover my head. Seclusion in my self, I close my eyes again. Deep breathing, fading to black. It dissolves the edges, corroding my view. I can't think anymore. It's the vitality I can't cope with, Not the pain. I can stand bleeding, But I just can't stand living like this. Maybe I'm just not deserving of this great gift, This divinity, so pure, so grand, Yet at the same time so vile and desecrated. Pain, the extraordinary paradox. Innocent but still so feared. So simple with a thousand complexites And misunderstandings. If you underestimate it, you will become it, But if you flee from it, the pain will stab you in the back. If you test it, you may not have enough breath to whisper, So your last words and choked and broken, Alike my self. Slit my throat and watch me bleed, I hope you die.

This is beyond the hear of a burning fire. It is a great passion, a longing, an obsession. A piece of my heart is taken Every time i look at you. So close yet so far. You walk away from me, While I gaze from these forgotten eyes. You make me feel worthless. I am worthless. . .

Promises cracked at the edges, Broken, stripped. Nothing is here but hope and sorrow. Hope rusted and cracked, And my sorrow left out past the night. Only the night that spawns from tortured cries. But something we need is renewal, Rejuvenation and something new to fight for. I won't do it for the oppressed, Or the lives I left long ago. I won't even do it for you. Winter comes too fast, But they'll be there waiting. They see it coming, but can't shield their eyes. It strikes, leaving nothing but raw torment and anguish. Kill them all.

It bleeds from me. She knows I am vulnerable, But she does what she can. The life runs out of me, Goes to a safer place. Not here. Never. Weakness overcomes me. Darkness overwhelms me. Falling into oblivion I go, While I pass the breath of forgotten voices. They tell me where to go: Off to a better place. Time is not the issue. Death is the issue. I freeze. The coldness becomes me. I lay stil, wating, listening. Wanting a better world and a stronger voice.

True life will only spawn From pain and death. I want nothing more Than to rid humanity of our own. We breath the lies, choking, dying. After all this desrtuction we begin to flourish And understand ourselves. Only then can we begin to survive. Reaching out, I can feel the warmth. I sense the vibrance, the energy. I can't help getting anxious. So close yet so far. Don't make me turn around. I remain with my doomed choice, Do I take this divine hand Onto the road travelled by all? Or do I take my own steps to my own fate? I want to know how much I have to walk Before I get somewhere. Will I forever be stuck walking in circles, Trusting this damned being: Me.

You make me happy again. There was a time when I was unsure, hesitant. You gave me me life and confidence, You made me real. I would give you my life, if you asked, But you wouldn't do that. You demand nothing because you need nothing. You are pure, you are flawless. List my body out of this noose, I am dead no more. Every glance and every touchm Makes me feel human. Your will, stronger than any one person's, Makes me weak. The image of your perfection is burned in my head. . . .Unforgettable. . .

My hatred for you goes beyond the grave. It goes past my forgotten brothers, Past my dead life. This hatred for you is so pure, so powerful. You've wrecked me and you don't even know it. You see without knowing, And breath without knowing. So ignorant to my own destruction. I have no love, no feeling, Only this hatred for you. I feel no sympathy for you, Your pain drives me. One day you have my world in your hands, And the next day you have nothing. People will come and go from my life, But you. . . You remain without my pity, without my sorrow. Soon you will know how it feels. To be loved and to be hated. To live and to die. . .