Light A Fire

Negative-thought fueled poetry, teenage angst at its best. Possibly.

Light a fire.
They say the end will come soon.
Just strike the match.
Light that fire.
Light a fire under my hopes and dreams.

Armor, everyday.
A helmet, to protect.
Gloves, my hands hurt.
Boots, my feet are weak.
Greaves, and you know.

So how how how
So how did your arrow?
Pierce my gold armor
Pierce my black heart.

Light a fire.
On the end of that arrow.
Burn my heart.
Just light that fire.
Light a fire under my hopes and dreams.

Cupid, dear.
Why did you curse me so?
With your arrow of hope.
My hope, no yours.
Because mine have no reason.

A reason to cry.
Tears put out by the fire.
Or is it the other way around?
You, yourself should know.

Where is the storm?
When I really need it?
I need it, to put out this fire.
Just light that fire.
Light a fire under everything.