Power

Rage birthed from passion

Exploding through my skin like gas pipes in a building too old to withstand

Waves rattle through my bones

Perfectly in sync

Each wave growing upon the last

Building

Building

It is in the failing resistance of my bones that I will crash

Tobble down like Lincoln logs

Cursed to rebuild

Crash and rebuild

Crash and rebuild

Less rollercoaster more hurricane

How it washes every trace of me away

The rubble of memories drenched in regret

Shredded by guilt

Is it only the guilty that are powerful?

How I've fallen in love with the acid on my tongue and the fire in my lungs

Fallen in love with the self-loathing that propels me toward better things

The strength in the obscenities

The pain of knowing what has become of me

The monster I used to be

The one that slumbers deep inside of me

A hidden nightmare in my waking dream

There is power in this guilt

And guilt in this power

Often I revel in it

Rather perish by passion than suffocation

Salvation disguised as destruction

Am I villian?

Or merely human?