a light clump of ash,

i walked into a dark room, searching for the secret you say you keep there

curious why it is someone who has nothing to hide does

where there are skeletons everywhere, i crush one with each step,  barefoot

blood slips and oozes out, burrowing into the carpet and planting my dna

i remember, for a moment, leaving my curling iron on that morning

"hope hilda is ok"

where there are souls, everywhere, SCREAMING

LET me out, is anyone there that cares, am i nothing

i've known for so long i could do what i thought was right

but i never realized how long i could do something i knew was wrong

i have made love to evil, pure silent poison

captain releases control to impulse, not in communication

taunting and stalking after fire

inviting some insanity, any diversion

i am hot now, i see him in the fire

finally catching on

i am a small, catastrophic, atomic blonde  

and i have burned infanitely bright

but

reduced ultimately too, from what i came,            ash