Power
Rage birthed from passion
Exploding through my skin like gas pipes in a building too old to withstand
Waves rattle through my bones
Perfectly in sync
Each wave growing upon the last
Building
Building
It is in the failing resistance of my bones that I will crash
Tobble down like Lincoln logs
Cursed to rebuild
Crash and rebuild
Crash and rebuild
Less rollercoaster more hurricane
How it washes every trace of me away
The rubble of memories drenched in regret
Shredded by guilt
Is it only the guilty that are powerful?
How I've fallen in love with the acid on my tongue and the fire in my lungs
Fallen in love with the self-loathing that propels me toward better things
The strength in the obscenities
The pain of knowing what has become of me
The monster I used to be
The one that slumbers deep inside of me
A hidden nightmare in my waking dream
There is power in this guilt
And guilt in this power
Often I revel in it
Rather perish by passion than suffocation
Salvation disguised as destruction
Am I villian?
Or merely human?