Fire by Fkaay

You call me weird
For I find pleasure in mystic creatures
How darkness is home,
And pain my treasure
You call it devilish
But I call it being unique
Saved actually
Refusing to conform to social 'norms'
Being brave,and growing some balls
Deviancing
Living my life the way I see it.
Deviancing
Living my life the way I see fit!

There is something about the crackling
Of the fire
That just fulfills my desire
The constant changes of color
With the escalating degrees
The happiness of the scorching flames
The ecstacy of coming into existence
To put your hand in
And be amazed at the electric impulses
Waving through your body
Shocked at the current and emotions
Sardined deep within you
The power of kicking
Strength awakened speeding faster than Usain Bolt

See the smell of bacon is nothing compared to
The smell of burning flesh
...its one thats mouth watering
From the excitment potrayed from my eyes
To-
Increasing my salivary amalyse productions
to actually see flesh sliding off bones
Melting off like a candle fearing flames

The screams of an ailing voice-
So filling and astonishing
And feeling
To close your eyes and listen-mesmerized by screams of pain
Pleas of help
Cries of mercy
And hopes of a quick death
Wishing it to be over
But no
Its going to drag on longer

There is a lovely chemistry
Of watching tough bones turn to ashes
That heat has the capacity
To prove the saying
"tough as nails" wrong
To watch the dendrites give up
Calcium weep away
Exposing the weakness
Turning dust
Back to what it was

Snap,Crackle nd Pop
Have nothing on actually hearing veins and eyes
Snap ,crackle and pop
How the iris enlarges covering the scleara
How blood vessels expand making the racing blood flow more clearer
The satisfaction of having a front row seat
To agony and pain
To see hurt and desperation intertwine their hands
Saying forever till he/she dies
To hear the hunger of the flames
Succumbed to greed and desire
Starvation refusing to cease
A meal not willing to be shared
To see the cold crawl away
Tail between its legs admitting defeat

Darkness is beautiful
Even more
when it is invaded by streaks of red,
orange,
yellow
nd blue
Sth about this unquenched thirst
Of inflicting remorse nd fear
That refuses to fade
Sth about it grows deep inside of me
With every body tossed into the flames
Like a glowing amber
Ignited with strokes of oxygen every now nd then
Growing stronger
Growing hungrier
Screaming to be heard
Needing to be heard
Forgive this darkness in me
But you are next

Fkaay
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