undated untitled and unhappy

cross this invisible line of ambibuity

like a tested runner's feet

fall upon this feeling

like raw dew to grass

in the mid afternoon

like chemicals combined

in the confines of a flask

reacting to contradicting natures

of the other

chance upon this wild mumur of sparks

that ignites its surroundings

like a wild forest fire

no, it is

more like becoming the victim of a lonesome assassin

who is struck and left helpless

for this well of raging fire

quenches all feelings of thirst

because it itself quenches all hope

of ever relishing in the taste of water again

and the uncontrolable lightning

travelling faster than a refugee

strikes the ground

making the earth shake

causing boundaries to be surpassed

the eyes of this devouring emotion

will never blink

and once the magical masquerade of calm

is taken away,

after the masked ball ends

so will the fairytale of ignorance

the tempest voices of sweet revenge

will consume its victim

and last forevermore

unquenched