Pele



I want to ride a chariot of flames down the side of an agry volcano.

I am not fool enough to believe that even Lava could cleanse and make sterile that which is foul and diseased within my soul.

That is NOT why I wish to emerge naked from a river of flowing fiery red.

I have grown weary of sleeping on a controled burn.

I want to rage.



2003-09-16 7:48 p.m.