After All

I used to look back

Because those were brighter days

But that was before I sat myself down inside the chaos

Before I let myself be absorbed into the darkness that surrounded me

My heart isn’t made up of brighter days

After all

It’s made up of hostility and hatred

Shattered hopes and dying dreams

It’s as dark as the day when the sun finally burns out

I’m burning out

Spinning in circles only fans the flames

I’m so full of fury

That it drips off my brow like sweat

Fueling the anger that runs hot beneath my skin

Filling these empty voids with memories like tinder

As I set fire to all the good I’ve kept within

My heart isn’t made for brighter days

After all

Not with all the darkness that it’s soaked in

Some days I’m full of fire

Like embers dancing with the wind

A full on wildfire

Burning bridges at both ends

On others I fall fast like ashes

Just a burnt out speck spread amongst the filth

Burying myself alive

Underneath my own guilt

The Wildfire

Like the only tree left standing after a wildfire has swept through the forest, I stand alone.
My broken limbs and charred branches extend, despite the fire that consumes me.
The flames run through me, rushing like blood away from this beating heart.
Ashes line the forest floor, leaving nothing but trails of hurt behind me.
This fire has stolen the oxygen straight out of my lungs and ripped the words from my throat.
Lifeless and broken, I continue to stand tall.
I dig my roots deeper into the dirt, holding on for dear life .

Ashes

The sky falls down like ashes 

Dusting its blackness upon my skin

Burning through my flesh and bone

Corroding from within

Darkened skies and blackened hearts

Grant witness to my sin

Underneath the forsaken moon

I die only to live again

Content

As much as one can blame the sun for burning up it’s atmosphere, one could blame the moon for keeping it cold and dreary. I am just thankful I have yet to burn to death or freeze into a glacier for you to slam your ships on. Either way I am finally content.

Inferno

I have been to hell and back

holding fire in my hand

Ashes burn on deadened skin

As I find no will to stand

No will to overcome this

My sordid burning heart

Never once belonged beside him

Nor a happy place to start

With blackened smoky lungs

I try to take another breath

Until all the fight in me is gone

So I will hide inside my death

My own inferno, burning ever long

– LacieJay –