Burn every remnant of me.
Take what I leave and pile it into the pyre and burn it to the ground. Let the wind carry my ashes into oblivion.
Burn every word, and every page. Let every painting singe until the pigments bubble, burst and explode.
Burn me to ash.
Take the concepts I was born to believe in and throw them into the blaze. Take the relationships I thought I could rely on and burn them beyond recognition. Scald my skin and the the external parchment I used as protection.
Set flame to the fibers beneath my feet; those pieces of paper that were the meat on my bones that were let loose by the cool breeze of inspiration. May the fire be so hot that I can do no thing, except disappear.
Set the fire strong. Make sure all of the pieces are kissed by flames. Make sure I smolder until I am gone.
BURN ME~ until there is nothing left to burn.
The tears I cry today, could put out a fire in the future but I would rather burn.