And darling, I feel like a cardboard box in a fire
I'm standing tall, but the flames stand higher
I stay strong for as long as I can,
But then I'm engulfed,
Swallowed by the demons
Eaten by the flames
And I cave.
Collapsing in on myself as I lose my steadfastness
And what happens then?
When I can't stand any longer?
When I've been reduced to ash in the bottom of a pit?
Another box is stacked on top of me while I yet smoulder.
And they go quicker than I,
For I fed the flame that destroyed them.
And I am forgotten at the bottom of the never-ending pile
Lost and crushed to the dust of ash,
Useless,
Purposeless,
Just another log on the flame
And each of us that goes,
Another takes our place,
Each going faster than the last
Because each created a hotter flame
With which to destroy the next.
