You are born anew each day, yet never die. You are my will, my strength. Music inspires you, yet you inspire music. You are the method to my madness, the spark that starts the flame, the reason why I write.your maternal twin Anger, is no stranger to me. Stress excites Anger, words excite Anger, and actions excite Anger. Anger is the twin, mother, and child of you. Anger sometimes is born with you, Anger sometimes conceives you, and Anger sometimes is born of you. You make my lodestones attract. You are the fire and the fury. You burn white hot. Your taste is of nicotine, I'm addicted to you. Just a sip of you makes me high. A taste is euphoric, is ecstacy. I feel your power surge through my veins. You turn my pen a weapon, my words a sword. You make yourself my shield, make me feel invincible. You make me see what the ignorant do not. You are fire, you are Passion.