can you see it?
that flame dancing all alone.
can you feel it?
the power that it posesses.
does it lure you in?
it acts like music, hypnotic.
do you want to control it?
smile as you claim it yours.
do you hear them?
those echoes in your mind.
do they guide you?
to the burning light.
you have a sudden urge to
spread the fire throughout the world.
you have a sudden urge to keep
watching it glow like the sun.
you have a sudden urge to gather
it in your hands, to share the power.
you have a sudden urge to calm
the insistant yearning of the voices inside.
so let it be,
let the demons guide you there.
to the light that
you want to hold close to you.
let the demons sing
you a lullaby of sweet harmonies.
drift away young arsonists
to your home of fire.
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Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts
Poetryin which i write poetry to try and make you feel something.