Why care for the world when we can set it all on fire
Catch my personality in a pyro’s attire
Spiral through my desires and watch gasoline make the flames get higher
Inspired by passion
I’m tired of waiting for sparks, fuel, or a lighter
I’m tired of looking at this fire
I’m tired.

Floral
Flighty
Frightened
Fauna

Words can't contain a world
Ironic fact that I wrote
Words are nothing but a road
leading to the higher

Words are not the thing itself
The thing itself needs nothing else

The cancer is not fully extirpated
It died inside my body instead
I watch it like a dead corpse
but indeed, once a time it was

I still breathe it...I can feel it
it is gone but forever kept
Not with nostalgia or regret
Just like one watches something dead

Away
Right
Boats
Off
Rail