The true fire

The mind of the pyromaniac or the fireman.
They asked me if I have ever regretted what I wanted.
Regret, Relief, the light, the heat,
The relief of the flames,
Fire, a part of my being
What would I be without the fire?
The pleasure of the fire is so intense
I reach nirvana as the fire devours everything
I want to be a firefighter
I could always be next to the fire
The pleasure of contemplating it
But the pleasure is not the same
To ignite is not the same as extinguish
I set on fire the hidden secrets of the mind
How can I dull these consuming flames
Who comes to aid the quench of this burning mind
The fire comes and devours everything
The good, the bad, now I am empty
Nothing I am after the fire
 I am everything while I am burning.


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