pyromaniac
i have burned all the bridges
the ones you built and the ones you buried
none of them were sound
and besides
you don’t understand music
but even so
this isn’t a phoenix story
it’s a tale of smoke and ash
destruction disguised as romance
and filtered through deliverance
i don’t need a god to offer salvation
or forgiveness
i’m not afraid to stand beneath this sky
and speak my truth
absolution
just another false path to reprieve
…
i once told you
forward is the only direction
and then watched you walk away
what you took
was my advice
as i was writing words
to the story you were living
and i saw smoke without noticing
you were the flame
those bridges weren’t built for redemption
they were built to enable your game
…
in my hand i hold one last match
not meant for you after all
wasted time and lost permission
memory scarred by blisters
this one’s for the wick
of my own candle
i am fire
i am light
i am inferno
watch me blaze
…
