the elements of rage.

I will burn this entire world down to its core on impulse.

Earth is always somewhere beneath me, but it remains elusive.

I float most of the days away, living in a world I created in my mind.

Most comfortable just above water, no hope of swimming to shore.

Earth is always somewhere beneath me, but it remains elusive.

My passion burns and scalds, even when meant to warm sweetly.

Most comfortable just above water, no hope of swimming to shore.

I can breathe just fine, it’s my mind that is far out of my control.

My passion burns and scalds, even when meant to warm sweetly.

I beg for someone strong enough to bring me down to earth; ground me.

I can breathe just fine, it’s my mind that is far out of my control.

Why do you watch me from the quiet beach as I wrestle with my own waves?

I beg for someone strong enough to bring me down to earth; ground me.

I can hear the audacity of your entitled breath all the way from the shore. 

Why do you watch me from the quiet beach as I wrestle with my own waves?

Your apathy fans the flames that flutter quietly within my purring stomach. 

I can hear the audacity of your entitled breath all the way from the shore. 

And I smell the soil from the bodies you buried to build yourself a home. 

Your apathy fans the flames that flutter quietly within my purring stomach. 

You never were quite brave enough to swim to meet me out at sea. 

And I smell the soil from the bodies you buried to build yourself a home.

If I let these waves carry me out far enough, nobody will know; only you. 

You never were quite brave enough to swim to meet me out at sea.

Only you know, I burned your entire world down to your core on impulse.