The burn is quick
But in no way painless
It engulfs you almost instantly
As one could guess
The fade is slow
A gentle demise
But, be warned
When it will take you is a surprise
A simple flick of the match
Can end it all
A few drops of gasoline
Can hurry the call
Whether it is the wilt of a flower
Or the browning of pages
Leaving it to the elements
Is to suffer of ages
When the fire starts
It devours you whole
Fret not, it ends soon
Last to go is your soul
But if you choose
To decay slowly
Be warned, the knowledge
Is anything but holy
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Edgy Poems from an Edgy Girl
PoetryThese are just a few poems that I've written for whatever reason.