An Ignition

An Ignition

A Man once told me to Burn the World.

To set fire to the trees and let the ash rain around me.

He told me to plunge my hands into the death of the world,

To paint with fingers of black and blistered red.

Induced by the fear and consumed by the hatred,

To regurgitate the vile, morbid, destructive world.

A Man once told me to Burn the World.

To light a match and smile as the Flames consume my hands.

He told me to trace the colors and hold in my screams.

To let papers and words do what I’ve never been able to.

Illuminating the inconsistencies,

To shadow the perfection.

A Man told me to Burn the World.

To create my own Igniter.

Fire, ink, paint and ash,

To dig into my veins.

Carving out the stories of joy and hate,

To set Fire among the masses.

A Man told me to Burn the World.

Told me to be who I was meant to be.

He said it so low and then shouted it out loud.

To make it Burn within me.

He handed me the match.

To Never Burn out.                                                                                                

To the Man who started the Fire