The Place Within the Fire

Heavy is my soul its hard to breathe i tore out the bricks of the fire place and in the room prior i ripped up dirty magazines crupling protsest so the witches and voices and gods would forgive me I've cried for years of the perfect crime I never got away with A mental victom o fmy own doing to the substitute teacher with the last name of an alcohol company and a room fire that spread like word of mouth Don't do drugs they say now from town to town i was known smart and creative wise and noble yeah right i was going somewhere going to be a doctor or a nurse babysitting the parapalegic and autistic and then fell into the wrong crowd lost my sanity dabbled in the occult and this is the story of the original fire an epic of a haunted house I tore out the bricks of the fire place never premeditating my crime I let the cat outside and repented all of mankinds ways of pornographic clippings as i crumple dup page after page to scatter my bedroom floor i fought it i struggled i tried but the divine intervention of the list i was on of the drug dealers who were out to kill me was too strong i had to get out of dodge and after praying to god and repenting my sins she kicked me out and i lit me room on fire she walked by the broken fireplace like foreshadowing never knowing the perfection of its metaphor she would one day speak of how she was metaphysical chess and my exit of schindlers list and her children were in danger she walked into my room to tell me to leave and found crumnpled up naked images that would later be set aflame walked downstairs to find her daughter already awake in her bed terrified by my chanting of repentence of me fighting the evil within then she found me in her habitat with candles she told me to leave the ghosts ahd beckined me the voices had told me the oracle had forewarned me but nothing prepared me for what was happening i walked into my room bags already oputside on the curb i struck the match now or never the protest of arson the protest of drugs and selling youth short to alcohol and cigarettes the protest of *********** and word of mouth i am trnasformed such confusion such wickedness i have become i never knew gods love could do this save and condemn be loving and cruel i lit my room on fire i still remember the scream the ambulance and firetruck came