In solitude I embraced fire,

I wrangled with the flames of hell 

And made the devil's sly words into poetry,

Poetry that I spit back at him like a dragon. 

I forged embers with my bare hands, 

Until my fingers turned black with soot and ash. 

My work became like play, 

My efforts outlasted the decaying stacks of my peers. 

I finally filled the pages with ink and love,

Regret and lead,

Raw emotion and lipstick. 

Sure I was alone,

So poetically estranged, 

But I burned like the volcanoes I controlled,

And I summoned stars to shine the way I liked. 

Words became like pyrotechnics to me,

And now I've learned to touch others,

And set their cold hearts alight,

Alight with 

My Fire.