The fire that ran through my veins
Was doused in an icy rain
The golden fire
That caused desire
And motivation
To do something worth doing
To live the life
Without the strife
Of pain and darkness
But without this
I fear I\'ll lose the feeling of living
So I slice open my skin
With blades of steel and an unforgiving-
Nature
In lateral lines
Like wrungs on a ladder
There are so many times
I\'ve almost ascended to that cold harsh place-
death.