I'm an arsonist
I love to burn bridges
So my pain no longer exists
Burn the door of its hinges
Drowned them in an ocean
No more emotions
For me
Gasoline is my new favorite drink
And lighting a match on fire
Letting it fall down my throat
Like walking on a wire
Or poking holes in my boat
Set them on fire
Watch them go down in flames
Burned all my desires
Killed all my pain
So I'll drown
Watch the water rise
As I go down
I'm murdering my feelings tonight
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- Published: March 2nd, 2025 15:57
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Comments2
Surrealist arsonist ! I like it .
Thank you!!
Such a metaphor. It works well and fits the message. Nicely done
Thanks!!!
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