I set myself myself on fire.
Everybody sees.
But I take a moment to enjoy the flames, taking over me.I feel myself on fire.
I do not dare to scream.
'Cause if I make a sound, or cry for help, they feed me gasoline.I know that I'm on fire.
But it feels like it never ends.
So why not take another bite, of the cookies made of turpentineI find myself on fire.
Everybody runs.
But I take a moment to enjoy being warm,
and stay there just for fun.I can't put out the fire.
And not kill whats underneath.
So I stand,
Don't scream.
At all the flames.
Taking over me.
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Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac