The Place Within the Fire Part Ii

and still nobody has a clue i escaped and cheated death they think i'm playing the system but im truly insane confused and terrified of this ghost hunting me down the palce withing the original fire is a story not everyone knows something you catch glimpses of only through word of mouth there are few who know the facts and less who witnessed its terror first hand but the shocking truth is not every metaphor of a prayer made by a player who has method to his madness gets sorted out fast enough when there is no witness protection program for those who know nothing so my broken fireplace and the fire in the room my chanting and struggle the story of witches and dreams of prophecies and terrorism even my resume for i worked at a restaraunt called the flame it was a protest now its metaphysical chess i did my time played my next card and im witing for my next turn to see how fate reacts but soo far i know i truly dont like this game! the fire inside my soul burns everyday if you only knew if i could only tell you if you only heard the voices and the whispers the cackling witches and the smiles of the dangerous drug dealers I just want them to know i am sorry i am confused i see it from the sides of all eyes of insanity and clarity humor and tears now i'm in the ghetto haunting it becoming the next ghost to save a life it's like i really died but i only died inside the broken fireplace the fire inside the burnt offering of naked substitute teachings of alcoholic last names of psychological warfared protest of drugs to save lives you were my angel i guess i was your demon but no one but me really sees it from my eyes about the story of the fire within and all the things that were there