I’ve built several lives brick by brick
Spent many hours feeding a self destructive tick.
There is an ever lit fire within
lying dormant, waiting to burn and
I LOVE THE HEAT.
For chaos it craves, obliteration it brings.
When time is perfectly wrong and stars misaligned
This force, it compels and I nearly go blind.
But I choose to see, fully aware that tomorrow the despair awaits me.
That is no concern, for tonight I truly have no cares.
My ears crave the loudest bangs.
My hands miss being battered.
My eyes fill with tears and the glass, it must be shattered.
Tonight I dance in the fire and sing my screams
Brick by brick I tear it all down, ripped seam from seam.
The sun rises and reason sets back in
my house in shambles
Ive done it again.
This is a story still being written, I do not know how it will end. There is no fire left but the embers, they still burn within.
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Caveman (
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Comments2
Embers still alive pose treats when the conditions are right. Nicely done
Caveman, this hurt to read...the speaker sees every consequence coming and still wants the release. That is painfully human and brutally honest. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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