words from a broken soul

Fire

Always been intrigued by fire
It's chaotic yeah but there's beauty in chaos
There's a fire burning in my soul to get back at you sick fucks
For the pain you put me through
But there's a bigger fire in my soul reminding me
That once I start I won't stop until your bodies are lifeless
Like a flame snuffed out before the pit was lit

And then I think about all the things I would lose if I ever listened to the first fire (fuck)
It just isn't worth it

The second fire is right I have too much to lose now the pain you inflicted is burning away slowly but surely
Yeah that second fire is the one I'll listen to

You sick fucks just aren't worth my breath to be spent getting my revenge
The fires are always there their apart of me
One is constantly burning with rage
The other is calm collected yet even it has its limits
Before it turns into an infernal demon from marvel comics

Another fire burns in confusion not knowing its purpose
Wondering what the crackling and dying out flame means
Is it because the fire doesn't know its purpose or perhaps
It's because the fire has yet to realize their purpose
Who's to say even I don't know what that fires purpose is but

I still offer the same warmth it does me
The fires aren't neglected by me
I embrace them let the difference of each one comfort me
For the simple reason of I don't know who'd
I'd be without the fires burning inside me

Probably someone who isn't a pyromaniac
But it's no harm in what I do I just flick lighters
Light matches watch the fire from them die out
Don't invite me to a bonfire I'll sit as close as possible
Grab a stick poke and prod watch the
Fire like it's the only thing I can see
Watch as the flames lick and dance on the wood

Stare as I feel comfortable being so close to the fire
I've burned myself enough to be cautious
With how close I get to flames
But it's close enough to cause me to sweat
That doesn't bother me though it's comforting to me