And before I extended my claws onto your hearth, I dwelled within a secret passion: I brushed up on sneaking and marking the spot for my next apocalyptic arson And yet I could never spout the rage that fuels my husk of a being onto your haven Your abode stinks; The reek of naΓ―ve youth and ***** lust at night And yet I could never expunge the puny shred of mercy embedded on my aortic psyche You win this round For now, my claws will try to cut the life you absorb from the air that pervades your hearth Before they turn to fingers, before my wrath subsides in mortal disbelief of its own vulnerable humanity I shall incite fresh fear and death inspired odes within me once again οΏΌ And on a fateful humid night, I shall let myself perspire at the sight of infant wreckage burning with fervor and life Your abode in flames of red and azure And if you burn, Apologies. I merely hope your ashes will spark the flame bright for at least a little while Ahh...such sweltering warmth