My Need scorns your comfort, scoffs in sooth. Quench the Flame, and it will quench you. In a delicate destruction of destiny. Contrite in slight, go ever so gently, casting disconcerting colors into chaos. Coherence spectrally shatters, Sentenced to Prism, purpose scatters.
Dreams coruscate, in glory that no longer matters.
A rainbow of rage, in fulminating fragments. Colors catch the eye, as I catch and cache the light. Hoarding heat, chaste with rage, I chase, then catch fire. Blazing, burning hate unsated, never slakes, Dimming, never dying at its source. Sparking, sparkling shattered Fate, sharply aches.