Incendiary

Dressed in death, a fire in my eyes

That can't be quenched, a passion

That can't be matched

They call me dangerous, reckless

As worlds combust in the palms of my hands

A will unrepentant, a madness to my methods

A consequence of burning, these scars won't deter me

From pursuing dreams, with all of my strength

Pressed to each breath, I stand at the edge

And all that fuels the flames that burn in me

All that bears these burdens so heavy

Is within me, a devil stirs

The angels blink, there are no shadows left

To obscure me

Dressed in death, a fire in my soul

That cannot be quenched, that swallows me whole

I stand unmatched, I can still taste the phosphorous

In the cold, I have burned whole, seared closed

Every crack in the world I hold

My flaws become my strengths, my thoughts will be your end

And every thing that you held to be reality

Has been touched by my hands

Pressed to each breath, I am the edge

Of the blade, who cuts your strings

The can of gasoline, who washes this disease

From your skin, in these words well hidden

Lie great expanses, whose secrets will only ever be known

To those who've dressed in death

And still stand.