Burning Paradise III: Containing The Fire

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

is very, desperately trying to break free

from me‐

from this containment i keep it in,

desperately, trying to keep the outsiders safe

blissfully unaware, of what i hold from them,

in all attempt, to protect them‐

all the while,

burning knuckles

are knocking at every door of my heart,

the fumes, ferociously climb these walls i built

that have never been high enough‐

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

is very, desperately pleading with me

to be set free‐

so that it may release its temper,

knowing that no thing can cool its temperature‐

if i let this flame loose,

the world will be its rage room‐

quickly to burn away,

leaving no room,

for things like hope or peace,

things which my heart has long been bereft of

it is not desire, nor passion

that burns here

but an unholy fury‐

a black, never-extinguishing fire

that cannot be described by any set of captions,

a monster, in its own being,

a being derived from fear,

a fear believed

that killed, what atmosphere used to be, here‐

a thick, colorless cloud

surrounds me, and fills to the brim,

these walls

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

is very, desperately creeping through these walls

cracks which have formed, but i could not seal‐

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

has almost completely, escaped from me

the vessel in which it was ignited,

it has outgrown‐

now seeking its freedom,

from the forrest of these walls

originally built to keep those that walk outside of them,

safe‐

but if these walls fall

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

will surely, certainly

burn away any shadow of doubt

that there may be a survivor,

if this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

becomes free

it will freely consume,

one after another,

casualties of war‐

this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐

i am desperately, trying to contain

to keep the outsiders safe

if my body may fall,

and these walls with me,

there will be nothing left

to contain this fire, that is

this burning paradise‐