Pyro Mind

Person of fire,
mind of flames,
strike of a match,
this is not a game.

Fire is lethal,
ready to kill,
one small spark,
satisfies its fill.

Beautiful it is,
in constant ready,
the blazing colors,
burning steady.

Slowly entrancing,
it draws me near,
nothing to hide,
I feel no fear.

The yellow and orange,
lick my skin,
burning already,
what lies deep within.

One small touch,
I feel no pain,
my burning rage,
keeps me sane.

Reaching out,
I touch the light,
my hand disappears,
no longer in sight.

Burning inside me,
an inferno of thoughts,
not sought out,
there only to rot.

This is me,
what I've become,
the fire inside,
has already won.
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