Like a bolt of light,
Blinding my sight.
Like a tunnel vision,
With no rhyme or reason.
You spark it in me,
Give me one reason,
And I'll let you free.
No binds, no harness,
Please let me be.
You ignite the flames,
Feed the fire,
Burning blue,
Turning white,
Stalking slowly to its height.
Ripping the ceiling apart,
I have a dragon's heart.
There is fire in my breath,
And fury in every length.
Heat waves that scorch,
Pain that lights my torch.
It guides me towards you,
That you might see,
Me and all you showed me.
It's white hot that burns,
And when I'm all burnt out,
I won't remember
What I scream and shout.
I'll remember my blame game,
My fight to tame
My lightning and thunder,
Replaced by regret and shame.
And then I'll open my eyes,
Hit by a six wheeler,
And realise,
If only I had shown it on me,
I would be
Someone I have forever seen.
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MORAL OF THE STORY:
Don't piss me off, or you will piss on(yourself).
Okay, that's a pathetic one. Lol.
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