Itching, Burning, finger twitch,
My life lights up with the flick of a switch.
That warm sensation washes over me,
A spark of light ... ecstatic glee!
Euphoric heat pulses through my vains, as for a moment my mind goes blan, loosing it's self in a wonderous display of the grand harmony between creation and destruction.
The silence is interputed from the buzz of white noise, followed by the rush of life returning from whichever void cast them out.
Eroticly the flames caress each other,
Proud i stand like a newly made mother.
Now completly satisfied with my beast,
I have to leave her to feast.
Sirens spell the end for me,
As i see those lights i have to flee.
Ashes, Smoke all is black,
Ode to the Pyromaniac.