Pyromaniac | Teen Ink

Pyromaniac

May 27, 2008
By Anonymous

A single strike
Match against box
Unleashes uncontrollable intensity
Quickly,
It dances away,
Out of reach,
Try to stop it if you can,
But don’t let it catch you,
Then you will never be free,
It will eat away your clothes,
Boil your skin,
And shrivel your hair,
Until you are nothing but ash,
A comfort to the flame,
Who hates for anything,
To outshine its brilliance of light.


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