Pyromania teaches you
something;
Playing with fire
is much like
playing with hearts,
someone will always
feel the burn.

I just want to be set on fire.
I'm not asking for a funeral pyre,
or to burn like the sun, and light up the day,
or to shine like a fireworks display.

Just let me roast 'til I'm charred a deep black.
Let the smoke rise up in billowing stacks,
and once I'm burnt through, take hold of my ashes,
and toss me across wild vegetable patches.

Let me take root in the summertime haze.
Let me find peace in the cool autumn days.
Let me take shelter from winter's contempt.
Let me sprout new leaves as spring is redeem't.

I ask no forgiveness, no charity, mercy.
I don't wish for anything granted. Conversely,
I ask for two items, and if you're so keen;
A matchbox, and one gallon of gasoline.

you don't know what you'll become,
but i promise it's worth it.
This world has made you strong and kind.
oh, what a wondrous thing,
to say,
"i fell apart, and survived."

yes, you'll be okay.

I embrace ａｌｌ your
s i n s
will you do the s̲a̲m̲e̲

easily
you break me
and I fall
easily
I became everything you wanted
until I was not

I am the mother of God
I will plant nightmares in your reflections
I showed you all there is it to love, now I must take it all away