Welcome to writing improvisations, where I take an instrumental song and write to it. This is another from sir Thomas, my musically talented friend. The rules: I wrote while it played. I started at the beginning and stopped at the end, not thinking ahead but just typing. Editing will be light. I want to fix grammar and typos but preserve everything else the way it came out.
The song is called “Inferno” and can be found here.
His Youtube page can be found here.
I light the match. I light the match. It’s a big match.
I am happy.
Make it go up make it burn make it go up and stop the world from turning round and round in its massive ball of destructive ice. Make it burn make it burn make it explode and implode and reload as I grab another match and craft something so nice and wonderful as this conflagration.
I watch it burn and laugh out loud it’s a wonderful sign this smoking cloud of ash and death that spreads across the land turning magic into decay and humanity into nothing more than a bland set of bones and rot. Let it burn let it burn and watch me smile as I get rid of everything I’ve ever got.
I’m more happy than I’ve ever been as I watch it burn watch it burn, I don’t know why but it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s a burning mass of fire and of flames, an inferno of mass and temperate prayers.
Buildings crash and there’s shattered glass; life falls and screams and burns and dreams away into fire so red and hot that it devours everything. I watch it burn.
For good measure I light another match, something small and insignificant that turns everything into what can and can’t; for can’t is the aim of this game, this inferno of fun and pleasure and pain.
I watch it burn. I watch it burn some more and smile and my friends they smile too. I’ll burn them later when they aren’t looking, and they’ll gleefully succumb to that which makes energy.
It takes fire to make and it takes death to create and I’ve done my making and I’m done with creating, so I watch it burn and burn and I laugh and learn that I’m not what I should be or what you thought of me, and that’s okay because now there’s just nothing left.
I’ve burned it all.
I’ve made it gone.
But why are you frowning at me? Why are you sad? Is it because I’ve broken the only thing worth loving, is it because I’ve gone mad? Friend, family, lover, person of wonder:
I’ve always been mad.
But that’s okay because it’s a happy mad, and look at what I’ve done! I’ve burned it all. I’ve created and defeated but most of all I’ve just enjoyed. See it laugh as it falls away! See how happy everything is when there’s nothing? Because everything is a sad thing, a jealous thing, a worthless thing that doesn’t want to be. We’ve forced it, don’t you see? How can you not?
I see you nod. Yes. You understand. Now take this match and light it. Enjoy. This is all about having fun. This is all about watching things burn. Let’s make an inferno, a volcano, a tornado of fire.
Let’s watch it burn.
~Signed with love,