[!]This forum post was inspired by two talented writers who wrote one of their own with their own inspirations there.[!]
An open sky with all the stars visible, a perfect night although peering more downwards smoke comes into view.
Flames plaguing a house yet no fear to be felt, rather an ember started to kindle.
An ember that erupts into a passion for fire and all the beauty it brings,
ignore the destruction, death and fear it brings and focus on the colours, heat and opportunities of rebirth that come along with it.
Look around, you're not done, all you've done can be thrown away if you quit now.
Fucking worthless thing you are, you're a disgrace to your name if you rest.
What about those that you have lost? Do you think they'd be proud if you didn't finish this?
Or are you so wanting to join them that those that are still there don't matter anymore?
What you've done is a good start.
But it's bloody worthless if you leave it be.
Maybe a little rest should be allowed.
To give enough time for everything to be ripped away from you again.
Perhaps that will get you motivated.
SHU' YER F'CK'N' MOU'H!
I need s'me tim'..
Jus'.. Giv' m'a lil' bi'..
Jus' t'brea'he..
Tears forming yet evaporating the moment they leave.
There is no time or space to show weakness.
Hold on strong.
Keep it together.
Don't let the fire take control again.
Th'fuck'm I try'n to d'ceiv'?..
I' ain' the flames.. I's m'anger..
C'mon, ye'v' go' s'me shi' t'do, ge'n wi't.
Sometimes fire burns lower than you'd expect it to but even still it doesn't douse quickly on its own.
Fire will burn on when fueled and this flame is far from dying out.
Flaring horns but this time..
Not the usual flames..
Instead a pale white one..
This is only the start.
The flame shall burn on.
And once provoked.
You won't escape its fury.
An open sky with all the stars visible, a perfect night although peering more downwards smoke comes into view.
Flames plaguing a house yet no fear to be felt, rather an ember started to kindle.
An ember that erupts into a passion for fire and all the beauty it brings,
ignore the destruction, death and fear it brings and focus on the colours, heat and opportunities of rebirth that come along with it.
Look around, you're not done, all you've done can be thrown away if you quit now.
Fucking worthless thing you are, you're a disgrace to your name if you rest.
What about those that you have lost? Do you think they'd be proud if you didn't finish this?
Or are you so wanting to join them that those that are still there don't matter anymore?
What you've done is a good start.
But it's bloody worthless if you leave it be.
Maybe a little rest should be allowed.
To give enough time for everything to be ripped away from you again.
Perhaps that will get you motivated.
SHU' YER F'CK'N' MOU'H!
I need s'me tim'..
Jus'.. Giv' m'a lil' bi'..
Jus' t'brea'he..
Tears forming yet evaporating the moment they leave.
There is no time or space to show weakness.
Hold on strong.
Keep it together.
Don't let the fire take control again.
Th'fuck'm I try'n to d'ceiv'?..
I' ain' the flames.. I's m'anger..
C'mon, ye'v' go' s'me shi' t'do, ge'n wi't.
Sometimes fire burns lower than you'd expect it to but even still it doesn't douse quickly on its own.
Fire will burn on when fueled and this flame is far from dying out.
Flaring horns but this time..
Not the usual flames..
Instead a pale white one..
This is only the start.
The flame shall burn on.
And once provoked.
You won't escape its fury.
