I’ve spent so many yesterday’s burning forests that have yet to mature
Blaming the world that my torch belonged in its charcoaled glow
White hot ember to burn the feet of whoever dared
Walk in the footprints of my anger and rage until ash
It’s really me
Just me
Tearing apart any future I hope to share
Filling your lungs with black smoke
Black smoke and despair
It’s really me
This flame of destruction
me
just me







