Heat

In my head
there burns a thread
that was left like a shred
far removed, unbred


thoughts, like me, now lie low
deeper and deeper
the blood gushes
but where does it go?


asked to keep quiet
I stand up and fight
lose my faith and gain no respite


the mute is defeated
and the mighty grins
far from sight...


I fail to inspire, I set myself on fire
the embers glow bleak
I turn cold and weep


that within is hurt,
the one outside is curt
flowing from every direction is dirt
and I sit and gather...


I cannot get any sleep
tossing and turning I grip myself in need
where do you keep silence?


all that I see is all that I know
I didn't ask what you didn't show
why then am I impudent and inane?


burning in fear, short on tears
and yet hopelessly pitching for sane
I find no takers, where are my makers?
Busy perhaps hatching the mundane...


Divided in fears, we've hurried the years
and journeys and days,
the memories are really the only rays
I bask in...


And neither death nor old age
their is nothing colder than maddening rage
and I know you think I'm of age
but inside I'm all red too


But really, I'm still fire
I can reach where I aspire
even if it means burning
the very castle I admire...


driven by hunger and desire
burning in the heat
of my very own fire...