fire

when inspiration comes once a year
while fire burns an eye full of tears
when i turn around to watch you go
i think to myself, as these tiny words flow

fire, the visual interpretation of radiant energy
a spark
in the dark
as you and i float around looking for parts
of a messed up life that i try to rearrange
but u bend and fold as we constantly try to change

i wont finish, im not done
go turn around and try not to run
it billows out and licks its breath
a fire bourne out of fear and death