I'm at the edge, and no one can pull me back. I don't care what the final product is at this point I just want to see everything envelop in flames and roar in the darkness that already surrounds the area.
It was already buning when we got here, and we added more gas to the fire and it keeps exploding over and over and over, and then i notice we keep passing the ignitor.
While we wait for it to die down we start to melt to. So fucking light this bitch up. Let's watch it burn. Nothing in that house was worth saving from the start... it was too late for you, it was too late for me, and the blame hasn't got a place to rest.
I'm not going to pretend the smoke is on purpose anymore. We're a mess and the flames are helping, there making us new. So let me know when the ash settles, and the toxic air clears. You can't build a family on sand, cause that was never really a foundation.
