Merely a color delusion. Usually with shady conclusion.
Each lighter war starts and ends with tons of confusion.
The accusations start flying. One casts the blame, the others left denying.
However I pass most of this guilt onto BIC, who does most of the supplying.

It's merely harmless bicker. Each is only defending their  own flicker.
Lay them all on the table so we can end this all much quicker.

A flammable rainbow  is layed out. This will help eliminate doubt.
And isn't that really what most lighter wars are about.
Here the truth is exposed. Leaving all unopposed.
Once we sort through the evidence the case can be closed.
What makes this game so fun. Maybe you came with one.
But when you empty out your pockets you now have none.

Or maybe today was your lucky day. Things seemed to be going your way.
No need to worry, that is just how you play.

They all look the same. They all carry flame.
Your only intention was to borrow it yet somehow yours it became.

But your not a lighter thief. You'd prefer the label fire cheif.
Most are unaware they stole it and hand it back in disbelief.

Do not Hunny Bunny Me
Do not "Oh My Pretty" me
By any means find a genuine thought
a compliment that is not
automatic
routine
words spat out to satisfy me
Where is the meaning
wheres the heart?
Do not hunny bunny me!

Starve* your ego, wake your pride
Marry death's eternal bride
Wear the ring upon your head

Tighter still it turns you red
Fury fury build your bond
Mold the eyes you rest upon

Take a day or two or three
More than this will set you free
If the blood inside your hands

Bares itself in lonely strands
You have buried nothing then
That is what it means to end

Over, under, up from there
Feet have traveled everywhere
Worn and famished state of mind

Looking for a vital sign
Wrap around the map you made
Circle back, forever fade