The Flame

This anger, this rage. It never dies. It's with me now. The more I go on the more tired I get. 


Many of us have fallen, at least we haven't seen them in a while. They left some mirror images behind. I suppose that's what people still see. I don't know if they noticed it or not, I however did.


The walls are cracking, it's getting more dangerous. The stability that was is now lost.

Unstable and fueled with rage. What will ever become of this?