23 matches for Ryf

It is a pleasure to burn. Cathartic, isn't it? To watch the wanton destruction, to feel the heat, to smell the heavy heavy chemical scent of it, to be soaked in it, to wear that ash on your skin like a cologne. Good, god, yes is it a pleasure to burn. It's something that you can control... something you have in your hands... something you can do, a way to overcome your feelings of weakness, of inferiority... a way to stick it to the man, to put up a signal fire, a beacon to tell the world I AM RIGHT FUCKING HERE... and to be known by no one at all at the same time. Burn, burn, burn, take your mind off the world collapsing around you. Burn, burn, burn, and your loneliness means nothing, your inadequacy means nothing, push the darkness away with the burning light of day, you know? Gasoline, matches. Lighter, lighter fluid. Kindling, a spark, and oh... the whole world goes up in flame... Get back at it, take out your frustrations on it, and maybe, just maybe, there's a hope inside of you that you will burn down with it, isn't there? You stand there, watching it burn, smile on your face, flames dancing in your too green eyes. Words from a song come to you as you snap the burned match in your hand in half. I never was a part of you. Burn. I never was a part of you. Burn. I never was a part of you. BURN. I'm gonna' burn this WHOLE. WORLD. DOWN. Your smile widens. Someday, the world will FUCKING PAY.