Stinging Straight Through

Burning Turmoil
Can even a bug spot this?
The hidden meanings behind everything
Not a worded action can fix a puzzle
Burning light sings the truth of reality
Forever Goodbye's are threatened
As cold as silk
As warm as a lid
About to erupt
In unsermountable sweetness
Is goodbye ever really a goodbye?
Not in some sick presence of mind
Believing is seeing
Yet darkness is the personification of evil
Supposedly
Yet nothing ever charms the nature except for those things
Everyone's dark light can consume
Yet some of us tuck inside our souls
Tucks until the turmoil starts a fire within us
Our hate and anger and frustration place first on the burner
Our inner selves burst despite
Internally or externally
Everyone has something
Turmoil whilst burning