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.