I just might carve it in my skin so there is no mistaking it might tear the walls down with my hands if there is time I might spend every night just drinking it might be my mistaking it I might never stop the flame from burning so I ask myself again why do I let this roll my way as if I have a chance to change it fears?can not read them from escaping?might be all I have progress?do I need this from expanding I can never stop I can't stop to let myself wither but I can dream of an answer I won't stop to let myself wither so I fight this plague