Arsonist’s Lullaby

The shadows on the ceiling:
They’re from long ago.
A childhood memory
I thought I’d left alone.
I heard them that night;
I hear them again:
My only companions,
The voices in my head.
I remember the words;
I remember the deeds.
I remember the warning signs
That no one ever heeds.
I remember the fire:
I remember it was me.
One way or another,
The demons always get free.

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