Like sparks flying in the dark

I have been lost in an instant

Here for a flash, gone in a flicker

The thin pages in the book of my life

Are now only grey ashes

Scattered on the wind is the memory

Of the person I’m supposed to be.

A pillar of burnt remains

My most perfect effigy

Will survive as a stark reminder

That every flame will one day

Burn itself out

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Inspired by a pyro related flip out a couple days ago where I burned sheets of paper with things from my life written on them. Great way of getting things hashed out, there's nothing more saisfying than watching your problems go up in angry flames . . . but I'd refrain from laughing while doing it because people look at you funny.