Fire

06/27/2004 Forest Fire in my mind, bleeding through to the vine Dead in sight, dead in mind Driping downward down my spine Hate pain feel the tearing of the grain Echo Salvation? Anihilation Damnation, fixation on death nothing left of the rain, I'm just drowning in this pain As I cry these tears of bones, my body is pelted with stones Crumbled fate, the heart filled with hate Agression? Depresion? All feelings blured in motion of silence Defiance in the heart, being dead might be a good start. Departing the mind, lost and with nothing to find An empty denial, your soul is on trial Corruption, consumption of life A hollow knife that sucks out your soul