Set me on fire; Put a match to my clothes Watch me rise in a pillar of flame, Listen to my livid screams of pain. Feel my existence slowly fade As my body finishes fueling the glow, As my screams mellow into the silent cracks.
In time, the fire will turn to embering ash. I will have been consumed by a long gone inferno. And when I have been burned to the ground, I know that the only place I can go is up.
Im not sure why I write so much about fire. I mean I don’t think it describes me or anything.