A gallon of gasoline.
A single unlit match.
Bad ideas inside me.
Internal demons clash.
They pushed too far,
And left me bleeding.
Inside a wrecked car,
They sit there pleading.
Angel on my shoulder.
Tries to calm me down.
My heart grows colder;
Gas being tossed around.
Screaming for their lives
As they breathe in fumes.
Silence them with a knife
As fire seals their doom.
I laugh as the flames rise.
Burning away their souls.
I dance as their skin fry.
Peeling away from skulls.
I take her skull as a token.
The end of my hardship.
I smile. It's still smoking.
I finally killed the bitch.
I always hated Mother.
Treated me like a slave.
While praising my brother.
Both now in a fiery grave.
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