my heart cannot go on anymore, it is tattered and bruised,
and my skin shows that to be true, but it is all inflicted upon myself.
perhaps i really don't have any self control.
i cannot understand what i understand,
the world is spinning around my head and my ears are ringing,
maybe i was the one who set the world on fire.
there is a ring of burning water,
and i will settle into it like a warm bath, and when my skin burns and bubbles,
just know it was me who caused all my trouble.
when i mix this red with my blues, i will form the bruises of your happiness,
and i will curse your name like poison on my tongue,
i will be your downfall, your loss, your gain, i will be your everything.
for i have laughed at Death, and spat at Life.
it is your choice whether to follow me, except,
i am not a leader, nor a follower.
i am the fire that taints the skin with misery and defeat,
i am my own worst nightmare,
for i have given up on everything, and even myself.
yet there she stands, an arm reaching out to me,
with a smile that could only cool the fire in my heart.
- the one who set the world on fire
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growing wings | Completed
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