A fire burns that does not consume.

Blind but seeing clearly.

Down deep

I am what I know.

My body trembles

with an awesome power

which makes me weak.

Every day takes more away.

That does, which does not

life breaks away, the enemy

inner self, doubt, pain, guilt,

Steals my soul quietly away.

My heart blackened, twisted, dead, beating,

but beating poisonous rage

pumping it through my

veins, arteries casting a dangerous

haze over my mind and eyes.

Yet tears are spilling over this page.