feeling hollow and alone,
wanting to set it all to burn,
there's no logic,
no question,
no concern.
prior to the fire,
I'll set flame to my soul,
in a desperate attempt,
to fill this empty hole.
When did I turn down this road?
Why can't I turn back?
all the ones who hurt me,
will soon pay with what they lack.
The flame will lick their flesh,
and the stench will fill the air,
and yes, in fact, it's all my fault,
but I'm too cold to care.
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