The Bitter End

Times like these, I feel like I need to explain myself. I realize my standing still is contrary to everything I preach, but sometimes I can't move for all the burning. And the idea that I failed to find someone to tamp me, haunts me because I always said I had to do it alone. If I let you, you would have been a splash of cold water to calm me down, to wake me up, to put me out. But no, and now I just stand fast, raging like a structure fire, in the last place I will ever be. Something red and screaming itself into ash.