It was some part of me.
The mind
Or the soul
Or the madness
Or the love
Or the the hate
Or the loneliness.
It was the part of me
That burned so HOT
All the time
Until it finally seemed
To burn out.
Black ash swept across the tile
Into a messy pile in the corner.
That part of me just sat there
For months
Incinerated by the world
By its people
By its misfortunes.
Then the wind kicked the ash up
And the curtains caught fire
And the wall paint blistered
And the whole *******
Building burned down.
They tried to douse my fire
But it spread wildly.
The trees
The city
The ocean started to burn.
The sun began to weep.
The inferno could not
Be stopped.
It was
My time
Again.