Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Freedom

My heart is on fire.
My veins are pulsing with flame.
My skin is melting off of my bones.
Watch as I burn.
All you will see is a glow,
All you will feel is a calm.
I might be engulfed in fire,
But pain is absent from my face.
Ash to ash and dust to dust,
We all return to the dirt.
I am sick of the anger,
That once consumed my life.
I will let the fire cleanse away all you've given me.
All the hate,
All the pain,
Hoping to have nothing left.
In the absent of self,
I will find everything.
Without you,
I can be anything.

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