Pulsing and consuming you

Raging fire burns you



It's this fire, burning

Can't you see your scars?  I can…

Remember, this fire

You burn brightly, living fire

But keep in mind; fire

Bright glory


She asked for a seat

And you; you spat on her ground

Shoulda been a colorblind fool.

And when the burning is done

What will be left of

You, dark coal?



dust to dust

ashes to ashes

ironic how your fire comes from your hatred of others;

but in the end

your dust shall mingle with theirs.