Friday, August 31, 2012

The Flame

all these thoughts are hurting my head
but this pain is nothing new
it's been with me like a constant dread
even when my thoughts were few

the bubbles froth under the surface
while above is serene and calm 
anger and hate collide in this place
i bleed crimson on my palm

do these ideas have any meaning
none of this ever makes sense
am i awake or only dreaming
this life is just pretense

the flame that burns in me is violent
facing the winds and storms, abashed
once I wished that it was silent
but that moment has passed

now it's all noise and chaos
breaking through the walls i built
this gain will be no one's loss
when the leaves of memories wilt

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