I don't want to be mean
I don't want to be cruel
But this fire feeds on my soul
It's become a part of me
I want to turn back
And cut out pieces of my carefree days
And sew them into a quilt
That I can wrap it around me
On cold winter days
So that they may forever stay
With this quilt,
I can finally put out the flame of rage
That has kept me warm for so long
Warm, so warm to the point that now it scorches
For everything I think and feel catches on fire
Family, friends, lovers
Are mere objects of the fire's desire
My life,
Burned to ashes
And with it,
My former happiness
