Lost in identity

Trying to ignite myself...and I will do so, sooner or later.

And then, I'll be one, again.

I'll be fire and dust, I'll be light among darker rooms.

I'll be glowing, red-hot, like the metal being melted
and I'll be harder, like the metal after cooling
and I'll be softer, smother and tender with myself,
like the metal piece that I work with.

I will be art. Only a lonesome and an original piece of art.

And I fuck you very much for letting me be myself and also fuck you very much for letting me rest, in peace, forever.