Burn.

Burn.

Burn it all.

Someone whispers to me.

A voice that only I can hear.

Burn.

Burn.

Burn it all.

It says over and over again.

That’s right.

I need to burn.

Burn.

Burn.

Burn! The voice stirs inside me.

It felt like someone’s anger, or perhaps their sadness.

It felt like hatred, or perhaps love.

Someone, please put an end to me.

If I’m alive, I have to burn.