the Rock i throw at my own head
That name which above all else makes me burn with all things hatred
The hate of myself more so than anyone or thing else
I set my own body ablaze with my contempt as gasoline
For the few precious moments on my journey Back I persuaded myself into happy closure
But as I feasted in my victory the flame sparked inside of me once again
It first blazed through my spine, paralyzing all important movement
Burned its way to my once porcelain cheeks flushing them sticky-hot
The rage spread to my passionately deadset gaze evaporating whatever well of tears may have collected, in turn steaming my iris a more brilliant shining of green and golden hazel
To friend or passerby my mouth laughed, but to God and my sanity my lungs screamed vengeance and retribution
The Brimstone of Hell couldn't hold a candle to the ocean of fire my sad loneliness has borne
I torch the face of the devil for his haughty deceitful lies
The flames cannot be halted by back burning the memories that feed thier base for there is not a match hot enough to melt that block frozen in my mind
The fire shall soon engulf my total being though it will someday reduce my agonizing pain to ash, my ethereal spirit will never die dim, but instead will light up the lives of those who knew it more blindingly than the sun