Let The Fire Burn.

Wed, 01/31/2018 - 01:15 -- Locke1


7328 Blanton Road
United States
32° 18' 59.8572" N, 104° 13' 41.3148" W

I was not made for fire.

But that's what they created with time.

I am an accidental monster.

They can't put me into a cage.

I roam free, searching.

I don't know what my goal is.

Heaven help us when I find it.


I rip hearts out with my teeth.

And burn buildings with my glare.

Do you think you can escape me?

Your drugs and lies don't protect you.

I will hunt what I want.

I will destroy what I please.

Fire and gasoline run through me.

Let me see you burn.

This poem is about: 
My family


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