Fiery Fire Poetry Collection. (Its fury in poetry)

Pyromaniac Arsonist©

 Title: Pyromaniac Arsonists...

 My screaming siren shrieks in the foggy headlights of begging desecration.  

I wanted to be the noise amplified.

But the world, it was turning.

I was abandoned, forgettable and obliviously discarded. 

But now, its all going to be replaced, banished...  

For I am the fire starter holding the gasoline.  

I am going to tear down demolish this filthy world.  

The flames, escalating and echoing into the abyss flare, fumes.  

They couldn't have predicted this, the warnings were blaring a caution.

They all pretended deaf to the cries, spoken.  

Well, I am gonna make them all see.

By breaking their perspective to beheld and behold. 

I shall rebuild, from the breaking ground of the blackness.  

From the ashes smoking shadows shall the world of mine proclaimed, not by rights but force be scorched..

The world that was ceases, in the  extinction for the now that is to arise. 

I resurrect the fires are being set.  

With a torch, I purge and burn down the oppositions for they are pretentiously rebellious. 

I am the destruction making my utopia from the ground up.  

From the burnt remains.

The incineration of my rein shall be  infamous.

I will be known, remembered, immortalized.  

The fiery of my rage, a revenge to be reckoned with. 

I will obliterate, with a drag of my cigarette never looking back at these wastelands of the infernos impact.

Exhaling, the smoking air and stomping out the burnt. 

Leaving the debris in my wake,  walk away.  

My paradise had to be killed to create it, a haven refuge.  

The obscene surrounding a distortion that will blur your eyes and hurt your choking throat breathing inward.  

My handiwork won't go unnoticed, not anymore when its leaving marks like these to the world forgotten.. To be mine.

 I exploded this world of paper with fireworks flaming butterflies, disperse and scattered wildfire they spread airborne blazing.  In the wake of the world of smog glittering descending, in the ashes array.  

Emerged, I am the arsonist catching this tattered disarray of burnt ashes falling charred to the descents coals..  Abolished the laws for my own divinity because

I am the matchman pyromaniac..  With liquid nitrogen I arrive with a lighter and matches to burn it all completely down.  

Untill it's a creative work of my artistic masterminds genius making the sun switch places with the fallen moon.  Heating up the desecrates of my corruption with its radiation.

I suffocated this place with a destruction, that's so painfully sick its damnable sweet.  

Intoxicating even to see, watch, and breathe. 

The fire is consuming bursting, breaking away sticking and moving dancing becoming dancing silhouettes. 

Expanding the boundaries raging obscurely quickly.  

Vaporizing the sparks of the coals to become stars in the upward skies.  

Engulfed in my havoc I stay catching the fire and begin it.

My own world of light was hand built, dangerously daring a hazard of paramount measures.  

I am consumed, avenged I arrogantly indulge in my own chaos. 

That ends in the downpours cold storm of heavy rain.  

But I wait...For...

"I hold the spark lit, to burn the world and bring it down in ashes blackened."

 And with spitfire and a flick away from genesis's, I mold the world that is mine... reclaimed in smoke..

 This is the second version and the orginial can be found in my 2nd favorite poetry collection. Anyways thank you immensely for reading and enjoying this. Goodbye for now dear readers.