AND THEN I BURN

I walk alone with good intentions,

Using them as paving stones for my road.

Suspecting but never knowing my destination,

For the map was charted by others

With intentions not so pure as mine.

Betrayal, deceit and selfish sins

Compose the ink that line their map.

Reality finally appears and my mind awakens.

Knowledge of the charts made clear by events.

Anger flows and transforms all actions,

Changing people, mutating cool minds.

Blue hearts become infused with red

Transforming even me.

 Forgiveness?

 Hate bleeds from the heart, trickling slowly.

My nerves on edge, my mind so sharp,

The mental knife draws across my soul, slicing it.

That trickle of hate now flowing freely,

Flowing stronger so the trickle becomes a streams.

Streams become rivers, rushing waters of darkness.

Rivers of hate become flowing black waves.

Waves cresting so high into a red ocean of anger

Till red rage crashes into the shore of action

And blue calm recedes with the tide.

Forgiveness?

For you?

For them?

For me?

For God himself?

 Forgiveness?

Not a fucking chance.