Alone in my room,alone in this world
feeling the warmth of the flame.
my only life.
shows me how to live,vibrant and rough,
taking over anything in its path
the silent death.this is the only thing that keeps me here.
pouring the hot wax over my arms...ahh.the warmth
slowly taking over the paper i put down.
spreading over my floor,devouring everything in its path.
cant breath,air full of smoke,
my beautifull flame has taken over...
silent death
