Pyro

A true pyro watches their art. Flames are a masterpiece. Flames are music notes, floating out on smoke and clinging to your clothes, hair, skin. Flames are dancers, graceful ballerinas dipping and bowing-- passion pouring out in the form of heat, seductive. A true pyro almost gets burned. A true pyro can’t stop. Playing with fire is an addiction, and we’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away. Pyros are addicted to fire the way some are addicted to sex, and they use it as a weapon. Burning things, throwing all the shit you can into the pit, burning whatever your hands touch until all that’s left is your life, and you’ve already burnt that to the ground, it makes you stop thinking. Fire doesn’t think. It consumes. Never get too close to a pyro. They’ll burn you up.