He struck a match, Incinerating me As if I was waste material. Smirking with mild satisfaction At the inferno he created.
My flames licked the open sky Begging for rain. Heat growing with intensity, Every layer of myself scorching. Screaming in agony Until I had no voice. Just whispers reverberating In the still air.
Oxygen slowly depletes, Thick yellow smoke rises. Carbon monoxide pollutes Every being near me. Smoldering remnants left crackling with contempt. Disembodied parts of Myself coated in shoot.
Finding nothing more To fuel itself upon, The fire defiantly diminishes. Ashes as the result, A few embers shine;
Towards the darkness That has enveloped Across this wide expanse. My soul drifting Farther away.