Cork

An emotional stopper, an emotional advance.

Why fill yourself full of false thoughts, strong ones too.

There's no feeling like being alone, safe in your mind, solitary in your boon.

Brimming with molten courage, but in reality, you are frigid.

There's a feeling that I just can't get rid of, I don't understand it, I can't discern it, but it's always lurking.

Always, a tarnish, a taint, a tear, I am spoiled from the inside out.

I don't understand what it drives me to decide, or to wonder, or to act.

An inferno, blazing, scattering ash upon a scarred, unresponsive mire.

Keep brimming, she won't melt any time soon.

Welcome my fire with tightly closed arms. Do not let it in, one day though.

There is no one there at the door when I knock, we all live, and die alone.

Everything will disappear, only egotism exists.