LayWaste

After eight years 
of living in 
an almost constant 
state of I-don’t-wanna 
a few things 
happened I laid
fire to earth 
my world anyway 
and those closest 
were incinerated and 
those farther afield 
burned and those 
even farther damaged 
and forgotten as
I wandered torch
in hand seeking 
a different settlement 
which to burn 
it ended me 
at least the 
me I thought 
to want ended
when death is 
not an option 
then killing everything 
surrounding you is 
the only choice 
you ever consider 
for in their
death shall also 
slowly come yours