Tai-Dye

Burning! Charing! Raging! Up my throat comes this fire I cannot quench! Too much!         I can't stand this fire...it's burning me...i need to open...i need to     let it out! I close the door, though the hinges are   melting, i close the door,    to protect the world...all consuming fire that would have the world is screaching behind the large doors, the barricade that keeps     in ignorance     the world. Let me      die     that