A Throne Of Isolation

I create and destroy with equal devotion, melting, the colors running together like blood and milk, like everything beautiful must eventually bleed. I am alone here, but not lonely. Somebody save me… My hands are always moving, always shaping something from nothing. I search, reaching into the flames not knowing what I'm searching for but I never stand up, never leave this seat. Maybe what I’m searching for is here in the sovereign solitude of being the only god in a kingdom no one else will ever see. Somebody save me… I am alone. I am burning. I am ascending. I am the deity of my own small, terrible, beautiful demesne, and I tell myself this is what I want, that I chose this throne, that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. I'm left sitting here. Somebody save me.