Like an animal, I adapted to the world around me until it became my norm. This is me now. I'm a killer...

Her fierce and angry soul hides amongst the beauty of her light. She's deadly and contagious as she blazes from person to person burning all that she touches. She roams without a shadow and she doesn't want to be seen. She lives in the form on humanity and it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell who is infected with her evil and who is not. Fire, it's a dangerous thing.

We are all flames waiting to be fed

Am I a flame? I wonder, but I already know. I got too close and now I'm one of them. An angry flame that has spread like a bushfire turning everything in my path to ashes. That's what we'll all be soon. Nothing but ashes. Nothing but dust.

Does it make me a bad person? Or does it make me human? Maybe I'm just a monster.

A beast does not have to be big. He does not need fangs nor fur. He does not need horns nor does he need to howl in the night. He has two eyes, a nose and a mouth. He walks on two legs and he looks just like me.

If there was anything darker than black, it was me.