Ever-burning

Destructive 
An entity of silent rage 
Unpredictable, a threat to all you touch
After all, what cannot be controlled merits fear, does it not?
Oh, how you are nothing but a threat to be extinguished
Burnt, ever-burning
The ash that trails in your wake of mistakes lines the hollows of your eyes, eyes that bleed with murky memories blurred with the heat of anger
“I am nothing”
It became a mantra from the moment your kindled passion became misplaced
Akin to wind, ever-present, the words spur on the rage roiling in your gut
Someday all things will burn
The ground of ash will lay unstable and uncertain beneath your feet 
It will be then, in the absence of all life, of all goodness, that you will come to know true nothingness
Is it truly nothing, if man is present to perceive it?
Nothingness has no witness
From the silence you will hear
“From you they shall bring forth new life”