If fire is what must become of me,
Then let it not temperate be.
Let it light my world on fire,
Engulf all indulgent desire.
Have it set the streets ablaze
Lest I dare hope my soul be saved.
Ash will fall all around me,
As my eyes turn everything to dust I see.

You can throw your pails of water,
Sprinkle all the sand you'd like-
But you lit this match years ago,
And now burning is all I know.

I try to have philosophical thoughts
And I try to cup the stars into my palms
So I can pour them down my throat
And quench my sorrows.

I try to think pretty words
And I try to write until my fingers bleed
But it turns out
These letters aren't anything special.

I try to speak love and truth
And I try to show them
What they mean to me
So they don't believe the ugly whispers of the moon.

I tried.
But it didn't work.