volcano
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Love is so crazy
Why do people fall in it?
Love is really crazy
Why do people follow it?
People will always be in pain
It's rumbling below
One blastoff from volcano
Hot things, land, above
So hot to cook a chicken
Or burn everything in path
Running up the side of a volcano
Struggling, striving only to meet my doom at the fiery center.
It’s as if everywhere there are sheets of gloom and toxic gas,
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Running up the side of a volcano
Struggling, striving only to meet my doom at the fiery center.
Across the vast blue ocean,
Rising out of the rainbow reef,
Lies a solitary Island.
Its tree-crested mountains,
And river-carved valleys,
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
Unshed tears, anger, frustration,
Boil and bubble inside.
I fear an eruption-
The unforseen and sudden spilling of my insides,
Spewing forth some regrettable tradgedy,
And the onset of these,
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Red lava flows from fire-breathing beasts
While ashes bury mouths, gasping for air.
Remote clutched close, I stare at each deceased
And blink my stinging eyes in silent prayer.
This nightmare as tall flames
skidded over the spires of the city
I found next to a spade in hell
an ivory doll,
the white angel as it turned out,
and in the flaming heat
Venturing from its home,
Older than time,
Lives the fiery inferno.
Chaos follows its path,
A beauty beyond its name,
New lands grow graciously,
Off of the living flame.