Lucid Dreams

my lungs are failing from inhaling
all the charcoal from this circle
of the hate and the lies
God, how dare you
It’s unfair you
deny, ignite and
close your eyes
You think by now
That I would have learned
Not to play with fire
if I don’t wanna get burned
But I’m a pyromaniac
And your veins are full of gas
you’re burning higher, higher
I’m storming this wildfire