This fire that burns inside.

This fluid that seeps from my veins.

This howling within my soul.

This nameless passion remains.

These thoughts, these words,

These emotions.

Scorching me from the inside out.

I pour them into the ink

Where they lie lifeless,

Smudged and soiled.

Cold

And motionless.

Emotionless.

Mocking me without a sound.

Ridiculing me

Without a

Doubt.

Clamouring and raging

To get out.

Every word

Battling ferociously

To get to the top

So as not to be

Forgotten.