what is life, but breathing?

a blood red sunrise,
setting the day in rosy inhibition,
grey light hanging about the halls of love,
is this love,
or is this death,
lurking around the corner,
in these halls,
where i've held my screaming and sanity,
waiting here for the sun to turn,
from dusty colors of hate,
so i can return to the world,
in an air of re-life and stability,
but that yellow busting flame stays filled,
with anger,
and it creeps into my halls,
and captures my heart,
stealing it away from me,
to be tortured and ripped apart,
that blood red sunrise,
filled with my past,
in the form of love,
my love,
stolen,
a blood red sunrise,
the capture of my soul,
setting fire to my body,
my pyre i set ablaze,
over that rosy inhabitation.

in
out
in
out
what is life,
but breathing,
what is heaven but angles home,
in
out
in
out
the belly of a dragon,
protected with steel,
in
out
in
out...