I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

I’ts been here all along and I could never see it. There was something here inside that would still burn since that very first day. I hate that, you know? Everything I’ve been doing, just everything I’ve been doing and every dream I’ve been dreaming since that very first day have been ruined by this fire. This stupid eternal flame that burns and burns and that resists to the wildest of winds.
I’ve been looking at the sky and I’ve been losing all my faith, letting something completely strange tell me what path to follow, when there’s actually no path at all. I’ve writen about death, and it came softly whispering in my ears. I can feel it getting higher, coming closer, breathing behind me.