Incendiaire

His room was his heart,
&His heart was in flames.

Odors.
Smelt of kerosene and gasoline,
Flooded the bedroom floor.
Covered the torn-up walls;
Blood running down his arm,
Dripping like honey,
Upon the dampened carpet.

Standing before the room,
Knife in hand,
No movement; No sounds,
Staring into the nothingness,

- - -
Thoughts of loss,
Of failure,
Of regrets,
Everything wrong & nothing good.
Hibernation within the mind,
Isolation from the life,
Dissociation from himself.
- - -

Scratch the tip of the match,
Toss and watch.
Listen to the sound,
Of flame and kerosene embrace,
Like two lovers on a rampage,
The feeling of creation,
Uplifts through thy self,
You last great feeling,
Your greatest accomplishment,
The finish line.
Your home now.