You'd think my smile is distorted, you'd think my mind is twisted, my passion wrong. But for me, this is truth, and it's breaking down this door. My laughter echoes. I'm just so incredibly glad, I don't know what to do with myself. This impasse is progress. I smash into the door once more, ignoring the dull pain in my shoulder. Moments of clarity, in the middle of calamity - It's poetic, but appropriate. I feel incredibly clear right now. I don't need anybody to open up, I'll do it myself.
 
I hit it again. Pain is good. I shouldn't be afraid to hurt myself for the higher cause, the divine purpose. Break every last bone I have, and still I will endure. Again! The pain is cause to continue, the pain is my reward, the pain is my way of knowing I'm doing good. Hit it again! That burning feeling is my passion, coursing through my veins, soaking my mind in cleansing fire. This feels so impossibly fantastic. Slam. Bam. Thud. Progress!
 
I fall into a rhythm, lose myself to it, and let my mind run loose. An image takes over everything. I see the girl, lying on the ground, writhing, is that blood?
Nah, can't be blood.
Hit it again!
The man approaches the girl. This is great.
She rises quietly, and now comes the best part.
The man becomes a beast, a torrent of passion, embracing her violently, kissing her, trying to spread his fire. And oh, it spreads! The girl kisses back, a flame by her own right, throws him down -
Wait, that's not what happened -
Hit it again! Slam into the door!
The man threw the girl down, I remember.
Hit the door! Your mind is the greatest fire of them all!
She didn't kiss back.
All the hushed little flames of the world look up to you right now!
There was blood on the floor. Her lips were torn. Her eyes were closed. Did I hear crying?
In divine ecstasy you burn!
Whose door is this?
Break it down!
Where am I?
Embrace the fire!
I can hear quiet sobbing through the door.
Everything sinks around me, like the universe is winding down.
 
"Grace?"