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Confessions of a Pyromaniac
fire eats wood
biting the air
a circle of heat
disturbed by a flare
poisonous smoke
could kill with one breath
playing with fire
dancing with death
courting the danger
feeling the heat
watching the flames
bow down at you feet
yet fire's a killer
though it could be balm
it can murder the innocent
yet protect and calm
fire as seen all
cast its warm gaze
conquered this planet
and set it ablaze
life is like fire
it will bite if not tamed
but those who can use it
are revered and famed
~SolidNothing
 Onyx-DT · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 10:21pm · 0 Comments |
