The Burning Embers

Skin 8/1/2020

Underneath what the eyes can bear to see,

Underneath the range of what the ears can hear,

There the screams...

There the tears...

There our storms hide...

But that's not exactly what I seek,

That's not exactly what defines me,

I am the stroms...

Whenever you hear my voice,

And whenever you can't.

I am the darkness...

If you saw me still,

And if you saw me shatter.

I am me.

The one I was before,

And this person I am today...

For that you shall know that you can't put off what burns deep underneath...

You can't suppress my thunder,

You can't suppress my nights, and my storms...

For I dreadly can't stop where you end.

I can't end myself the highest you reach...

For your space is too far away mine.

Your space contains the things you have achieved...

Well mine, it's the neverending skies...

The neverending seas...

So I can soar as high as I please,

And I can sail my way through the toughest waves...

So believe me when I say you can't suppress my storms.

For you can't stand a chance against my fires and flames.

For you can't bear to stand alone against me,

Against every droplet of my rain,

Against every whisper of my breeze,

Against the bare darkness that my mind conceals,

As against every word that I bleed.

And believe me...

Believe me when I say,

That one day I will let it all out.

And it's never my fault...

For it wasn't me who fed fuel to the fires.

For it wasn't me, it wasn't me...