Playing With Fire

Growing up you were told "Nver play with fire".

But just looking at it gets me higher.

There is no sweater sin,

Then feeling the heat on my skin.

Sitting here stareing at the flame,

And feeling no shame.

Flames burning my soul.

Leaving nothing but a blake hole.

At night I watch these candels burn.

Wondering when will it be my turn,

To finally burn out,

And I have no dought.

That my world will burn up in flames.

And end in ashes with no shame.

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

I missed your metrica and sound ! < 3
You show all your talent in them, I could recognize one of your poems among thousand of other poets just for its metrica and sound ! You write in a way that only you can, you've created your style and it's like your own signature

[Seanne Tholltree]

it left a good imagery,,

[Rhea752]

LOVE!!!!!! the world of a pyromaniac. love the perspective. a few spelling errors. other than that brilliant job!!!