Pyro
The flick of a lighter,
The flame dances,
The lighter in the hands of a pyro,
As i light the wick of a candle,
Smirking as I grab a pen,
sticking it in the flame,
The ink dripping down splotting the clear wax like black blood,
As the smoke rises from the melting plastic.
I sigh I need something bigger to burn,
A bare of soap I hold it by the flame,
The oil dripping off in brown greese,
The smell overbearing yet i keep buring it,
Its still to small to fully burn,
I seach for something better,
Something bigger,
Yets theres nothing,
Paper burns to Fast,
Metals just fold,
Plastic melts,
Is there nothing this pyro can burn?
Fire is dangerous,
Yet beautifull,
Almost as beautiful as blood.
Pyro.
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