I should prefer death
Over becoming a rigid ball of fire

The fire means to envelop all your reasons valid, invalid
It refuses to listen to your ever silent truth

Some days I imagine you at my door
Today I refuse to listen and love

I must unravel the fire
How will I when the truth is inaccessible?

What do you tell yourself when the one who loved and cared for you
Makes you question if he abandoned most of what you had long ago

Fears, illnesses, life, love
Once reasons so valid are nothing to me today

They say there's salvation in anger
But how can one find salvation in loss of one's self?