A Fire Whirling

Croon along while I vent what ravages inside,
In rhythm of words that you could never let out.
Croon along if there’s a fire whirling down your chest,
Holding in songs of rage you could never sing all loud.
For our room has ghosts not letting us sleep,
Like balls of fire over our heads, making all scary sounds.
Croon while you hear me cry in the burning pain,
Picking up ashes and parts of you, been murdered down.

A fire’s whirling deep inside your soul,
Let me cool it down by saying what need be said.
I’ve seen you crawl to your bed but fallen short,
on the floor thinking how you’ve been left alone.
Oh Dear Lord, how human have you been all through,
That all the peace in the world you’ve showered off.
Every bit of something you’ve loved could over power,
the selfless self of you, still left to cry alone.

So what you loathe the purpose they have,
They’ll prefer their peace over every mile you walk on thorns.
Accept it’s the difference you share with another world,
Their love shall aim they grow in peace. It’s just for their own.
Love for them has never been the love, it is for you,
Know how I adore that you’ll aim to love, even if peace be a cost.
They’ve lit a fire whirl wild inside you, burning every piece of this heart
Why you’re just a mirror I look into.
Looking at only burns and ashes, for everything else I've lost.