I slam my head against the wall that I built before my fall I can’t stop this burning.
This flame inside my mind, that tells me I am nothing, that all I am is dust and envy with nothing to show and nothing to gain.
Still, I slam my head into this wall and bleed and bleed with nothing to show for it but pain and rage.
And yet, I still exist, I still reside, in this empty life with this empty smile of mine.
Burning, burning, burning, I can’t seem to stop this incessant yearning.
Fingers moving across the letters, fingers moving and dripping red blood.
The ink drained from my soul, writing out my life and letting go the flood.
I empty myself out, pour it onto the page and all I ever get is filled with more and more rage.
I exist and I bleed and I cut with these words, cutting out the blood to silence the scream I need to release more and more.
This endless rage, this endless seething, leaking blood red fury in a sea of green envy.
Too foolish to admit, to kind to blame, all I am is alone, and everything is bright red flames.