Black Fire

This is intentionally rough, just jotting down my innermost thoughts.

I’m in a cage of my own creation, trapped underwater behind these rustless bars. I’m drowning and no one’s coming to save me. I’m suffocating in this dense liquid, collapsing under the pressure. There’s no use praying to gods that believe suffering is a lesson, but lord I’m sick. The darkness is making me sleepy. I’m a fading soul in a fading world. These evils, these false hopes, these false hopers, they’re draining my spirits. I can’t take it anymore. Someone give me a little feeling besides this supreme boredom. What’s right, what’s wrong with me? My skin is peeling, my bones are breaking, my spirit is failing. Someone can only take so much before they fall to their knees. Pull me out of this well of despair… Listen, I’m not asking for the pearly gates but give me a little color in my eye, a little jolt in my walk, a little truth in my smile. The sun is setting on me, and all that remains is this empty night sky. This false hope is drowning out reality. We’re all walking in our sleep, but who’s gonna wake us up? This nightmare is dragging on for too long. Spiders, snakes, bombs, death, loss, the unknown, these are the petty fears. The true fear burns deep… We’re afraid of the black fire that inhabits the innermost workings of our soul. We try to hide it but you can’t hide your nature. It’ll well up whether you want it to or not. Ignorance fuels our darkest of fires, pushing aside all reasoning behind a black wall of flame. There’s no water that can put it out, no vacuum that can contain it.