Burned

I stare over the remains of a city burnt to the core.

Nothing here, nothing there, nothing left, nothing more.

Remembering the terror that shook this hollow town.

Burning high, burning low, burning up, burning down.

I can still hear their screams, their words left unspoken.

City burnt, city bare, city barren, city broken.

Thinking back to the flames, walls of towering red.

People running, people scared, people hiding, people dead.

The orgasmic pleasure of lighting that match.

Hear the boom, hear the screams, hear the cries, hear the crash.

Nobody understands what these fires make me feel.

Feeling happy, feeling worthy, feeling better, feeling real.

Although I know that there’s something wrong inside.

Something evil, something bitter, something ugly, something snide.

I’ll block that thought out and focus on the burn.

I won’t care, I won’t stop, I won’t learn.