Fight Me (11/28/2007)

Fight me, throw your words up to spite me
Light me up in kerosene, ignite me
It’s frightening for me to think what I might be
A little gasoline that’s wrapped up in lightning
And it might seem that I pick every single battle
Like my head is in the clouds, my brain’s a little rattled
Unconscious in the saddle and going in for broke
Quick to find a spark, my pen to find it’s stroke
I draw a line of smoke, so everyone can cross it
Throw your threats at me, it’s funny how you lost it
I’ll emboss it, one of ten ignition sources
Another empty promise, you know you can’t enforce it
Of course this is the way it’s always meant to be
Bitter words from you and then crazy left for me
You can’t get the best of me, you can’t force my detonation
I’ll ignite up when I want to, when I reach my destination
But I have peace and reservations and most of all, control
You can’t even cross my path cause you can’t afford the toll
So take your hate to soul and swallow it and choke it
Find solace in the fact that my skill is what evoked it
Like a fire, I can stoke it, and rupture every artery
I bring it out of you, it wasn’t even hard for me
It’s funny, but so far it seems that every word was empty
Such simple minded hatred will never really get me

Notes: I wasn’t even going to address it, but my friend wrote a poem herself and it inspired me to write my own.