The world is on fire.
Anger and perversion everywhere.
All I can do is feel.
All I can do is react to its constant changes.
Adapt and accept.
I feel the anger and I want to reach out.
To touch something real, something beautiful.
Something that hasn't been burned by the flames.
I see someone.
He is beautiful and almost innocent.
I long to touch him... I lose my will.
I touch him and he turns to ash,
I realize that I am the fire... I am the burning and blistering heat that is killing the world.
It is strange to be apart of the problem and not the solution.
Anger and perversion everywhere.
All I can do is feel.
All I can do is react to its constant changes.
Adapt and accept.
I feel the anger and I want to reach out.
To touch something real, something beautiful.
Something that hasn't been burned by the flames.
I see someone.
He is beautiful and almost innocent.
I long to touch him... I lose my will.
I touch him and he turns to ash,
I realize that I am the fire... I am the burning and blistering heat that is killing the world.
It is strange to be apart of the problem and not the solution.
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