Perhaps I'll be assumed
Self immolation seems to be an option at this point
Perhaps I'll be consumed
Thinking of a former self I can't remember having met
Douse with gas
Strike a match
And burn me
Burn me
And I'm in flames and you're gone
It all comes down to the fact
That you aren't the one in flames
And what remains of you is what I have with me
And I feel better than before
Sifting through ashes for a semblance of human remains
Gone
Because there's nothing left to save now
Because there's nothing left to feel now
Nothing To Feel