People say that it's abnormal,
People say that it's not right,
That I play with the inferno,
Every day and night.
***
They just can't understand,
The beauty of orange, red, and gold,
The way the wisps of flames danced,
Reaching for the sky,
Ever restless and bold.
***
I flicked the lighter on once again,
Throwing it aside,
Watching as it follows the trail,
Of gasoline like an excited child.
***
The crackling of flames sung,
A melody of both passion and sadness,
The screams and the shrieks that follows,
Fills the remaining emptiness.
***
I swayed and hummed
Along the orchestra everyone fears.
Cause all I feel is pride and awe,
For the burning masterpiece I have created.
- Asteria
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Memento Mori || Poetry
Poetry[ remember death ] Previously titled Buried in the Ashes.
