Fighting Fire

You can't fight fire with fire Distinguishing these battles within the flames Makes the dry accusations accompanied by Cold blooded lies Seemingly worth the time The time I've spent on Throwing matches like grenades At the burning fire within you Has me Paralysed Drowning me in every single false word spoken Is tossing another log into embers riddled with bitterness And distrust, and to think I Trusted the Ice cubes you've spewed into my flames That had only made me grow more inflamed, In a state of dismay Heartless and empty were your pitiful, schrewed misconceptions And every slight hint, a sly suggestion To tear the floorboards from my serenities Just to burn bridges with those I hold no grudges How do you view my sparks as mere charcoal smudges? Through those damned tear studded shackles you label as eyes My power can tear up more than the misery after a tragedy And as elegance of blues and whites blossom from this "Weak and brittle core", I may flaunt the rage caged developed just from mere days of your Burning words, absurdly churning every essence of will power I'dn't thought I was capable of before And with every spore cracking out of my uncontrollable branches Lord knows I will vengally dance on your ashes, and when we're through And nothing is left of you but " Weak and Brittle" remenences of what stories you're roots had presented Which is nothing more than embers of hatred, you neglected You're ability t see the genuinity of others kindness, I will be fucking righteous! Your stance was nothing more than a trance of Wrongs dressed as rights, And nights your lies glowed as the warmest, welcoming light My dear, the wind is blowing. Distinguishing that pathetic core A top filthy ashes Will be nothing more Then fighting fire with fire, Whilst the rain drains you of anything you once had been My legacy will continue to roar