By Aeden Ochoa A rage that I've never felt before a raging fire That cannot be extinguished by petty feelings. I burn all that touch me and set fire to anything everything I seek to grow and so I feed a house a car a forest A life
nothing matters to me.
Others try to fight me only to fail Not only do I burn but I choke as well. My whispery black fingers worm their way around your throat And choke you till you leave me be.
Yet no matter how hard I try to spread I always find myself diminished Until I die. My smoky hands reach to the sky Hoping to embrace the clouds one last time.