A hothead that refuses to spit fire chooses to burn from the
inside out
Hiding devil’s hands in clenched idolatry
But all work and no play makes Jack a ticking time bomb
Flames will erupt from thick skin cracking, crackling
The whispering elemental reminding him of his nature
Each thermally abrasive lick tells a tale of pain that is
pleasure
A cackling expression revealing that to succumb is
self-actualization
The most intuitive and pure gratification removes his fear
of destructive implications
Trading apprehension for a gas can and a smile
The truth is,
Some of us just want to watch the world burn for
Hell is a pyromaniac’s heaven.
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