Firestarter - Hell RaisersMature

I was a screamer, a cryer, an instigator, accelerator.

Firestarter,

Notebooks burning on the cross,

Kerosene and petrol raining from clouds of smoke.

A brick-red sky, the canvas of hell.

 

Hardened black lips, a life time with my face in front of the flames,

Only a thin layer of make-up separates us now.

Calloused, burnt and scarred. You take me as I am.

Impartial as Satan, you see past the mask.

 

Eyes full of smoke and mascara-dust.

Phoenixes die on blood-soaked ashes.

Jagged stripes of amber devour the night,

Facing into the fire, we are

Hell-raisers.

 

 

My heart, blackened and withered, bleeds only for you.

 

 

 

The End

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