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Why I'm A PyromaniacThe golden of the flames
Mixed with the fiery red
And bright orange
Beckon to me.
Create us again they call
It will be better if you do.
Obediently I follow
Taking what I need
Just the bare essentials.
I create the flames
And watch them dance.
They call to me
Asking me to make them bigger
Larger
More dangerous.
I want to
But something stops me
Perhaps it’s the fear
Of being found out
And caught.
When the flames grow
From a small ember
To a wildfire
It erases away everything
That I don’t want to face.
The pain
The yelling
The anger
The doubt
My fears
The regrets I have
Are all lost.
In the bright flames
Swirling around
In a graceful dance.
The flames lick
The edges of the paper
Sparks coming off
Reaching higher and higher
Burning the sky black.
I forget everything
And concentrate
On what is growing
What I’ve made grow.
This is why
They are born each time
Because I forget everything
And it’s like a drug.
This is why
I’m a pyro. :thumb135866690: :thumb157310415: :thumb168751851: :thumb154585614: :thumb178014446: :thumb159737326::thumb159825881: :thumb149674986::thumb123844153: :thumb163854683: :thumb160133581::thumb159924674: :thumb53095316: :thumb163752142: the wreck of the day.it's not too late to get in with those worn red leather seats. that promise of a night full of strong silence, of sounds to pull your eyelids down, lashes gasping against cheeks. it isn't too late to feel the bulking arms of everything you've ever wanted pull you back by your elbows.
i'm honest it isn't too late for the darkness of night to settle into the crooks of your body.
whatever do you think the streets can give you?
the blurred lamp lights that scream like crows and scatter in every direction you can think to feel for. so many fluttering, thundering wings blending in the dashboard. don't forget that cracked windows smile at you
while bones shake,
while bones hesitate.
while bones wonder if it's
far
t o o
l a t e.
the street, dressed cold in the rain that never stops to fall, watches your feet disappear in a deafening slam. anna's wreck of the day drowns out all the death-cheating laughter. the way his eyes are rear view mirrors, reflecting red signs, you can read them so e:thumb157513052: :thumb90610255::thumb167899844: :thumb175616663: :thumb176457584: je veux te voirthere's no escape
you've caught me
can't look away
now i'm stuttering
don't do this now
pourquoi c'est moi.. :thumb144880496: :thumb177538036: :thumb168186199: :thumb183441659::thumb160274723: :thumb153625548::thumb183065199::thumb114449102: :thumb168778811:
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