Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts

a flame like this

can you see it?

that flame dancing all alone.

can you feel it?

the power that it posesses.

does it lure you in?

it acts like music, hypnotic.

do you want to control it?

smile as you claim it yours.

do you hear them?

those echoes in your mind.

do they guide you?

to the burning light.

you have a sudden urge to

spread the fire throughout the world.

you have a sudden urge to keep

watching it glow like the sun.

you have a sudden urge to gather

it in your hands, to share the power.

you have a sudden urge to calm

the insistant yearning of the voices inside.

so let it be,

let the demons guide you there.

to the light that

you want to hold close to you.

let the demons sing

you a lullaby of sweet harmonies.

drift away young arsonists

to your home of fire.

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