Burning Thoughts

I found myself lost in thought as I sat quiet in the depths of my mind. I looked in the corriders and fantasies passed through their swollen files. I found beliefs of past beings, a dream shared with a friend, and provoking thoughts of wisdom. I carried a torch of illness with me, slowly walking down the halls. The torch sent a light through the corriders, it choosing the way not me. It walked into the memories of happiness hallway. I saw the cabinet tht had been placed with a tag, it was called 'love'. The torch sent itselfs quick to it in hopes to burn it, pulling my arm with a hungerous force. I came to the cabinet, and sent it into sparks, the fire becoming greater. I saw now it grew with exponential force, feasting upon the good memories I still had. I felt myself grow weaker, angrier. It seemed though this fire only targeted upon what I felt was good, not anything of anger or malice. I grew monsterous, full of hate in spite. No longer did I control my body but a mad, furious moster. I felt my mind being torn apart by it's claws. I sat their, in the holdings of my mind, dying from the burning sickness.