8/26/2025
I set fire to a place; its flames licked my arms and casted shadows on the walls. it stung in a way that made me numb. The memorial that I had make for my soul was destroyed. its dedication meaningless and dead. And as I watched the ceremony, I smiled knowing I caused chaos. A selfish being as myself enjoys setting fire to their will. I attended my own funeral to make sure they cried, but none did at first. And so, the flames burned higher, the pain more sever. My rotting corpse burned along with the screams of despair.
Signed,
The Poet
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