Burn my name off this paper.
Forget me, let me scorch
Red, orange, and yellow ink
Write my obituary
Burning alive, breathing ones being
A poetic death, to be reduced to nothing...
They say burning alive is the worst way to go.
I say each individual does every day.
When we hold back:
Our humanity goes up in flames.
You may try to express what was once felt,
But the moment has passed -
I’m a pyromaniac
Yet my life is a flame on a leash
Ashes aren’t good kindling
Dead feelings won’t relight
Live in the moment
Or fire will show its blight