Finding Peace by Creating Chaos
If you are going to force me to walk through hell,
then I swear I will knock down everything in my path.
You will watch the cell that you’ve built me crumble to the ground
as I scratch and scream and crawl my way out.
You will see my teeth carved into fangs.
You will see my knuckles bloodied and raw.
If they think that all I am is weak,
they are dreadfully wrong.
You will see my eyes turned red.
You will see my skin turned to stone
as I burn this place to the ground,
leaving you cold, scared, alone.
If you are going to force me to walk through hell,
then, by all means,
I am taking you with me.
And I will ignite the flames
while you are the one who burns.