Born of a spark set loose upon the world, there's no spectacle that can both compare to this chaos, and claim such humble beginnings: an elemental purge that spares me no control.
Born of a flicker of proud indifference, this paralyzing flame soars far and wide, consuming with admirable indiscrimination: an inferno erupted by vain desire.
Born of an act of creation, born of nature's fickle assertion, born of whims of the quickly dismissive, born seemingly only to steal my gaze, the hellkite's wings--replete with fury--construct endless fervid distractions, and I'm powerless to prevent them. The surreal surrounds me, and its warmth I only feel too late.
So desperate to sever this connection, the world decrees and I begrudgingly oblige. Pulled from my home as I begin to ignite, I steady my thoughts and drift through the flames, so that life might begin anew.
Track Name: Eyes of a Dream
Turn the key. Trace the footprints. Vestiges manifest in fire, but careful steps will lead past what you can't see through. Walk carefully. There's nothing to fear, but no reason to hurry. Make your way through the hall. Pull back the sheets. Get some rest. Leave enough room for routine to burn alongside the grave you've just prepared.
Track Name: Rise With the Smoke
I have nothing left to lose. Affinity calmed my hand, but ignited my heart. Nothing is saved and nothing is lost in the flames, but I burn with these dreams. Am I the spectacle? Am I the spark? Am I the purge? If I have nothing to lose, nothing stands in my way. If nothing stands in my way, what more could I want?
I once gave meaning to this convention. Now the walls serve only to crumble beneath my reclamation of self through this monument of embers and holocaust of smoke.