Arson

Sanguine for thy elimination
The solution in snuffing out all the human race
A little shadow running across the concrete
Losing itself in the vast sunset

Between the clouds the dusk illuminates a face
Deficient fear gasping the worthless
Malignantly useless
The last messiah's never-ending chant

As the crimson curtain closes
And the lights have now dimmed
Memories will be carved in coffins
A sash of despair sacking one's soul

Behold the pacifier
A selfless benefactor of those who never were
The last standing man to burn the book of his kind
Accepting its shining defeat

The warmth embracing his heart
A mirage dangling at the edge of glory
To leave or to hold, for I am a mirage
Lighting a candle to ignite my human condition

A healer of aches consuming the wrinkled face
Lost in his abyssic and contorted mind
Consumed far beyond the improvement
The pieces have now been assembled

Self-destruction in despair
To crave his grief
The arsonist of his time
Hissing wordless voices of those who were dead

Beyond the clearing of flames
Sealing our icy tomb
In madness
In chaos

Bone-deep mayhem
In devastation of flesh
Gardens
Of untold stories

Rebirthing among the smoke
Screams and fear
Turning silent among the dead
Tyrannical militant

The arsonist of his time
Flooded with the luminous sunshine
Enticing the weary traveler
To fail at life