So... I wrote a fecking poem O_o I'm finding lately that that's my brain's way of processing things.

You'd think we were crazy
The way we crave fire up the nose
You've surrendered to the madness
Yet somehow you're in control

But when the fire threatens to consume
And take its deadly toll
You're right there to catch me
And maybe you didn't surrender after all

Is it control that makes you hold on
instead of letting go?
I fade away and realize
that I may never know.

.... oh god. I don't even know.