Inside the fire

A fire rages within me
That burns me from inside
I have this urge to kill that
I can no longer fight

Control is an illusion
I long ago have lost
Buried in delusion
In fire and in frost

I stand inside the fire
It burns within my veins
My ultimate desire-
To end this searing pain

I’ve stolen, killed and tortured
Without any remorse
And when I think it’s over
It’s only getting worse

I’m on the verge of losing
What little’s left of me
There’s no more strength for fighting
And no more blood to bleed

I stand inside the fire…

The fire turned to ashes
As flames now slowly die
It hits me like whiplashes:
So who the fuck am I?

I stand inside the fire…

Probably the most personal thing I have written so far. This one was made at the end of my “dark month”. Very important here is that I made some exceptions to my usual metaphorical style here, there are some things that are meant literally, it is, for example, a fact that there was a time when I have stolen, more than once. I am not proud of it, I don’t deny it, but that doesn’t make it undone. It is with this song I tried to gather my own thoughts at the end of a time when everything seemed to go wrong.

Son of the Morrigan, 6.-15.2.2009