I flick my cigarette into the fuel,

Awe-struck as its embers glow --

Its pyrophilic fireflies occupy the darkness.

And summon from my chasmal abyss --

An inferno of  icy, cold-hearted abuse --*

And scorch you who have yet to hurt me.

But,  when you leave,

My tears will quell the flames --

For in truth, I only burnt this bridge,

*In the hope you would swim back to me.