𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Watch it Burn

The sky is on fire,

and I'm fanning the flames.

Ashes fall as snow does,

coating the ground like a blanket.

To watch the world burn,

to see what catches first

all by the lighter in your hand,

is power unexplainable.

My grin grows as the world dances in flames,

the screams are the music they dance to.

Spinning with the breeze,

a beautiful waltz

I smile, knowing I was at fault,

this marvellous mess

was all done

by me.