Flames of Condition

Sometimes we take steps into the unknown
That cannot be retraced.
Steps into the ether
That take us out of place.
Steps into the firewall
To burn in our own space
Steps into the hell we’re owed
The we alone create.

And here I stand burning
Within this block of ice
Never asking of forgiveness
Because that’s just another vice
Never seeking my redemption
Because I’m taking my advice
And so I’ll stand here burning
In the fires that burns so nice

Wishing I could be the ashes
Wondering when I shall be freed
From the living that I live
When no one else will ever need
The things I do and hope I provide
With every teardrop that I bleed
Just waiting for the blameless end
To face what I am decreed

~ The Snowdog