As I take a step with gravel under foot it turns scorched as my foot falls

The fire of my envy and lust for what is wrong, yet feels right, burn through everything I touch

To the greens of a forest or that of steam as the water evaporates at my touch.or more over the family bonds that have yet to be built,for they were destroyed in the past

The questions of guilt lay at my feet but burn away too quick to realize what has been done.

The earth turns the darkest shade of black as I fight with in myself only to flare the heat on the outside. As the war on the inside grows as a crescendo, of the war drums banging in the ears of the carrier who brings nothing but death and leaves nothing but scorched foot falls