Mindless sorrow always burns,
Idle thoughts fill the head with static,
Lungs deflate and are no longer automatic,
Feelings beyond Winter's gaze.
Painless discipline never learns,
Within the gap I see a light,
A sun that gleams and burns so bright,
Life is not living without passion.
Hard work never earns,
The curtains close like eyelids,
I'm alone on a deserted island,
Home is just a shelter.
Good people must yearn,
I found God six feet under,
Lightning always leads to thunder,
An unlit match waiting to be burned.
I am burning,
I am the antichrist,
I am my only vice,
I am a fire uncontained,
And you will burn with me.
