The Fire

Call me an arsonist.
My fire lies within
My spark is my madness
I will never search for a candle,
Be in need of a light
With this I’ll walk
And I’ll sustain and thrive.
And with it I’ll leave my mark
My art, my destruction.
And as my ashes
Lay scattered in the soil
And the seas
Know, this flame
Has not been extinguished.