As I feel the ice cold water effortlessly penetrate my thin, blood-covered garments, I plunge into an expanse of black, stormy hopelessness, cringing one last time as the rocks slice through my delica

The fascinating embers

Seem to taunt me with their might

Too cool for heat, too warm to touch,

A soft glow in the night

Such power, such potential

Hides in crevices so small

Fuming in my solitude, with nowhere left to turn.

My insides heating up, my heart begins to burn.

The small glass box in which I live just shatters to the ground.