Dripping Blood. Burning Passion. Fear fuels me. Call me old fashioned. There's a fire burning in my soul. The desire swallows me whole. Breathing in smoke. Exhaling flames. Everyone will remember my name. Death kissed my lips and didn't live to tell. I'm invincible and death is in hell. If there's a will then there's a way. From my dreams, I will not sway. Nothing can stop a driven mind. Not torture, death, nor even time. Beautiful minds and passionate souls. Hearts made of pure gold. The only thing that keeps us alive is the determination, the passion, the drive.
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Drive
PoetryA poem I wrote in January of 2015. All rights reserved to Rachel Elizabeth Paige Hughey for the poem. Picture rights not of mine; words on picture from John Green.
