09:33 and strike a light

As with most nights, I don’t recall what I dreamt
But this morn­ing I awoke with thoughts of arson

My face flushed, my hands hot
Clearly, I’d been rejoicing beside the fire

I can barely, faintly remem­ber such warmth
I felt almost human, feel almost… but no

I want to be an arson­ist, that’s my goal
My desire is to burn everything to the ground

Reduce myself, reduce you, reduce this and that
To a pile of still warm ashes, flecked with shards

My last act will be the pet­rol and the lit match
I want to die an arson­ist

Burn it all down
Burn everything down

Burn me, melt me
Reduce me to dust

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