A Song for the Arsonist
All I am is a shadow
A whisper of smoke in a dim room
The smell of gasoline on couches and chairs
I am the match that calls from the box
in the drawer
in the kitchen
in the home you forgot was yours
The slick sweat on your neck, just beneath your hair
The tear you call back to your eye before it can escape
I am the distant humming of a psalm
A prayer for the empty and the reckless and the weak
A profession of a faith you know longer know
The lighting of a single candle and the breeze that blows it out
I am the power that you can't shake
A feeling of being more than you really are
The need to rise above the shell you've become and be great
I am the nightmare that you call a dream
A tongue of fire that licks at your arms
A heat, a burn, a pain that you've fallen so deeply in love with
The perfection of desire tattooed into your skin
Flames that decorate flesh and dance through your head
I am the golden reflection in your blackened eyes
Leading to a blackened heart
A blackened mind
A blackened smile
A blackened heart
I am the hand that reaches out to hold you
You poor, forgotten abandoned child of Night
The one who cannot be loved, the one who cannot be held
A Spirit, floating and free
Yet chained and Earth-bound
Wandering in your wake, I follow to keep you sane
For when no others will have you, I will lay next to you
I am the air you need so desperately to keep your fire alight
To burn with you is all I desire
To convince you of my love is all I need
To help you survive is all I want
I am the ashes of salvation and hope
Piled neatly where your beautiful remains lay in the rubble
Your hands reach to God, He does not reach back
You call for me, and I do not answer
For when your light goes out
And the air around you is still, dark, and cold
I will move on
I am Your Fire, Your Destiny, Your Demon
And I love you until I need not love you anymore