The Frozen Arsonist


United States
44° 13' 8.022" N, 123° 18' 52.218" W

Lying to the ones I love
and dying in silence.
Covering the carpet with blood.
Switched over to autopilot.
I speak and laugh
day by day,
but, the outlier on a graph,
I'm always wallowing in pain.
Night brings the black
and a different set of rules.
I'm never going back;
you're all a bunch of fools.
I want to get out the matches
and a gallon of kerosine.
Disregarding all the broken latches,
I set the world alight unseen.
Even though I am frozen,
you're all burning to death.
The survivors of my wrath are roses
that watch me take my last breath.
The earth cracks in half
and I'm hanging off the edge.
God sends me to Hell with a wave of his staff
and I'm sworn to Satan by a new pledge.
My new wings are dark and red
and I'm still cold amongst flames.
Turns out I'm not the only one who bled.
So did a thousand faces with a thousand names.


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