Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems

Baptism of fire

It knocks the breath right out of me.

I am just another part of this ceaseless game of life- I am another pawn knocked down

I am the blood that stains your carpet and the sin you won't forget.

I'm the fire in your heart, that you extinguished, you've grown cold

I'm a skeleton in your closet and for your life you will regret

I'm a long string of mindgames, I am payback, hate and love

I am rage and calm and oncoming storms and I break hell out in your mind

You're less than a blur, swimming vague before my eyes,

Your shadow is still taunting me and meeting mine

And you want to look in them, to see the loathing and despise

You want the punishment you deserve. You want the blood to cleanse and dirty your shoes.

you're content at the fibrillations and the heavy breath of death

You want to taste the end of me, bitter taste, the morning after booze

I'll wake you from your psycho sleep 

I'll bring you back to life

I'll tell you it's a fantasy

Because I have never died.