Irrational flames that blaze,
Around you only they rise,
Then you throw gasoline on already uncontrolled flames,
And they grow to inferno.
A desire to see you gone,
A desire to see you vanish,
In my mind, I know Im wrong,
In my heart, I say Im right.
Control is lost, I must wait out the flames,
Wait till they temper, burn out on their own,
And when I meet you again,
Theyll arise.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi