I thought I was setting the world on fire,
I forgot I was the center of my world
I burn this instant, by myself and bright
My vanity happy at the light, despite the pain,
The darkness around clears, but at what cost, I wonder?
Did I set myself free?
Or did I imprison myself in a burnt out husk?
I burn bright this instant,unable to extinguish,
Powerless to change the course I have set in motion..
Too late to turn back, too late to hide-
the bright light a dead give away,
No longer the dark, my friend to surround me..
No longer the dark, my companion to protect me,
Unwittingly, I called upon his foe
Oh, why did i tempt fate so?
There is destruction - unseen, unimagined
My limited mind, having never perceived
the extent of the damage..
I reach out, then withdraw,
Destruction is sought not,
Even by the abnormal..
For there is just damage in the wake..
Was rebirth just another delusion?
Was I better off, hiding?
Should I have picked a delusion - with better chances of survival?
Could I have?