Contained but
Disruptive.
Uncontrollable.
You gasp
As you feel your
Blood pitching
The walls of your veins.
You were not
made for this.
You have become
Paralysed.
The burning of
Your blood,
The high you feel.
The internal fire
Reduces
You want more.
You ask for more.
The walls of your veins
Starts to slowly
Turn into ashes.
But you don’t seem
To catch on.
You are slowly
Turning into ashes.
You’ve become uncontained.
Internal fire has
Become a wild fire
You are losing
Your soul
You are losing
your vessel.
You stand in front
Of me .
I speak
My words don’t seem
To be getting through.
You are burning
From the inside out.
This passion
Once was good.
It was once healthy.
When did it go wrong?
You have become a prisoner.
Internally drives you to
New heights
But now you
Slowly turn into
Ashes right before
My unhelpful eyes.
You don’t seem to know
Or care of the impact.
You are clearly
Loving the high.
You don’t see
What its doing to you.
You don’t see the effects
Its having on us outsiders.
I turn my back
At your grinning face.
I do not know
The person that is
In front of me no more.
Your soul has
Been caught.
You took bait
Despite my warning.
A long road of
Healing is
Up against us.
For this uncontained
Internal fire
Has taken captive
Of your naive soul.
Never take things
For face value.