Pure

Born pure we are void of sin

Dipped in darkness like ink spilled on paper we are turned cold and dark

Chained to the past, fearing the present, and blind to the future we hide

In an ocean of pain we are lost and it's swim or drown

Aimless ambition and False hopes we are drowning

Absent of thought, motifs, anger, hate,and cruelty

Brought into a world with few glimpses of light we were corrupted and our own lights dulled

We were born void not of only sin but of everything

We were truly pure.

Explosion

An explosion Fire spreads and consumes, all that it touches becomes ash. A burst of heat and passion cleanses all there was and then there is nothing all we know for sure is that there was an explosion Scarred by the blast we search for comfort and companionship once again Doomed to forever repeat this cycle, doomed to possess a heart, a great weapon an even greater threat. Explosion and once again fire turns love to hate and life to ash. All we know is that there was and forever will be explosions but yet we still cling to what we once had regardless of what our fire engulfs deep inside all want is that burn, that passion, that heat, an explosion.