pissy buckets of shitty poetry

While planning on hurting people, including myself

If I were fire I would burn your eyes with my fingers cold
If I were fire I would take your head as a trophy I'd hold
In my hands,
the time slips and I succumb to my own wrath.
If I were fire your body would serve as a path for my fury to run across

Your mind of ice is similar to mine
But my knowledge is a tool divine
That I shall use to burn all things

My mind slipped,
My poison stings in your throat,
doesn't it?
A sensation that lingers
as does the shadow of my sins

If I were fire I'd swallow your heart in flames
You'd be empty, wouldn't want to escape the blaze
So hold my hands, feel my terror
for I am victim of these tremors

I'll still be fire, I'll be rage;
remember me or my plea,
one day I'll shred these chains,
I'll break free from the body my cage
and you'll beg for me to spare you.