Pyro Man

Smoking, burning, breathing, cracking, popping, hissing, The fire burns with a bright fierce gaze and burning white embers, Unstoppable, Destroying everything in its path, From the beautiful rolling plain to the very spot you stand. It could have been avoided, you know that, could have been bypassed, But you wane the common since to extinguish the ever growing spark that consumes you today. Now the fire grows with its everlasting vengeance. You ridicule the thought that this is your mess and anger the already powerful thought, That you could do the damage of an army of medieval ancestry, But you knew what would happen and yet you still say “I should stop while I still can.” But you know damn well that it’s to late, way to late. You can’t control the ongoing desire for more, The twisted sick side of humanity turns its back on you, Driving you into a slow downward spiral surrounded by all the things you used to hate, Drugs, Alcohol, Needles, and Tobacco. Everything you once considered as bad and worthless Now becomes your main priority, your single life source. Everybody now knows that you now dangle by a thread barely hanging in, Only to be consumed by what you started, SMOKE!