Arsonist

Reckless. Stupid even?

A masochist playing with my own emotions. Picking them apart to see how they work, not knowing if I can put them back together again.

Playing the strings of fate, like a child running his fingers across the bars of a metal fence.

Not for the thrill, but for knowing?

Arsonist by heart, compliant by upbringing.
A sure-fire recipe for depression and (self)destruction.

You might not see it, but you can taste it, can't you? The gasoline on my lips.

I really should stop it, breathing those fumes...