Not too long ago an oxygen tank exploded in the apartment building across the street from me, killing an old lady and starting a fire that gutted the fifth floor. It got me thinking about fire, which in turn led me to write the following lyric.
Sitting by the fire
That’s supposed to warm my chill,
I wonder if it ever
Will.
And I think,
Fire, burn me.
Turn my faults to ash.
Destroy
Whatever I can’t smash.
Fire, burn me.
Char my sins to black,
‘Til I remember nothing,
And don’t ever bring me back.
Fire in the winter
Should keep the cold outside.
Whoever called it cheery
Lied.
And I say,
Fire, sear me.
Burn my past away.
Have mercy
On this muddy clay.
Fire, sear me.
Crack me ’til I break.
Oh, rob me of my memory
And never let me wake.
Purify me,
‘Cause I’m drowning in my flaws.
Test and try me.
Kill the person that I was,
Because
He haunts me.
And I pray,
Fire, melt me.
Wash away my sins.
Consume me
Where the flame begins.
Fire, melt me,
Pitiful and frail,
‘Til no one here remembers me
Who ever saw me fail.
Hmm.
I wonder if it’s time to go back on Prozac.
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