Burning hands

When the skies fell
My hands burned
When the stars collided
My past was adjourned
I watched the universe end
Numerous times
And in all of them the same thing
Happened again and again
My hands were in blisters
As I absorbed the flames
Everybody around me
Fallen dead
All the bodies surrounding me
A flicker of what lays ahead
See the wrath in me
Could never be contained
As I shelved my needs
For multiple ages
And in the end of it all
I stood tall
Beholding the crises
I brought upon the land
The flames I sent burning
Everything by my hands
Everyone in the scene
Was eaten quickly
The fire, merciless
Chose to assist me
I picked my weapon
The inferno in my wake
Careless for what I've done
Caring none
For my mistakes
What has happened happened
I am what I've become
Let me take you on a journey
Tell you a story from the start
I loved the fire
It burnt inside my heart
Flames engulfing everything
Was my true desire
I watched the world burn
Countless times in fire
In my mind's eye
I was the perpetrator
I chose to be
The blaze's detonator
Years and years ago
I was left alone
Abandoned by the ones
I thought were my own
I then realized
What I shall become
I've helped them so much
And nothing back was to come
Vengeance was my answer
Pain was my fuel
Anger was my companion
He whispered "Release the nukes".
And so I did
Countless times in my head
When the future comes
I will be the end
When the past is remembered
I shall not be blamed
I live alone
In this very room
Been this way for twenty years
The future ahead of me looms
I shall laugh
Madly, and insane
For indeed, I am mad
And I can never be tamed
The demons inside of me
Shall be set free
And on the day everything burns
I will bare witness to it all
For my burning hands
Burn bright with a fiery glare
I am scarred for life
Charred beyond repair
Run, I warn you
Before the despair
Of mine comes to eat you
Get very far away
Because once I come for you
You will never get away




((Disclaimer from author. This is just a poem. I'm most definitely not thinking in the way the person in this poem is. Don't worry.))

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