The match; first stroke is bright and brilliant.
Vigorous heat that seems to warm the world around you.
Takes away the sense of loneness and produces bliss.
With this new found ambiance brings a gust of ignorance,
that carry the flame out of our atmosphere all together.

My box of matches is almost empty, with a void soul how can I love.
You would think you would learn from the mistakes but reiterate.
My life is going cold and conceited, weary ways from the past will
get me again and my life will be over with self gratitude.
This will not be the end, I will not stop, I do not need matches to start a fire.