A tumor in the back of my head
Festers and grows
It's full of pitched black thoughts
It'll eat my sanity away
I'm forced to endure it
When I could be in a deep slumber

Spill the fuel
and light the match.
Once it drops, it drops.

Gasoline is a liquid,
but that doesn't mean it'll help.
If only you knew.

You're carelessness
will get you caught on fire
and I hope it burns you to a crisp.