In Love with the Flames

Everyone falls in love with something. Reading, writing, singing, dancing, studying. But, what about those who fall in love with something darker. Killing? Torturing? Burning? All the loves people have begin innocently, with a small exposure that lights a fire within them, a burning desire to continue the act for pleasure, passion or just to keep their own feelings alive.

I fell in love with fires, and not just lighting them, but watching their power, seeing all they can do and destroy in just a few short minutes. I desire to hold such power in my hands and when I produce fires, I feel invincible beyond imagination. The way they can make even the tallest, sturdiest structure to its knees is more satisfying and fascinating than anything else I have ever seen. I had to have it, I had to create it and I had to forever hold the thrill of total control over someone or something's life; their being and their entire future in my hands.