The Sapphire Arsonist

I no longer feel the need to burn the devil

He’s done enough by chasing after me

But even he could say that I am one for candles

Good thing I’ve got some matches up my sleeve

I think I’d rather get to know all of the angels

At least they don’t breathe fire in my sleep

I could tell them stories of my time with witches

Something tells me they’d really like to meet

This isn’t some new form of raven-fair religion

I have no interest in being patted down a cult

Because honestly who really goes to church now?

I’m just forgivingly romantic to a fault

Though the magic on my fingertip is shaky

A certain goddess helped me realize my worth

and to Hecate I’ll be forever grateful

but it’s time I send my feet back down to earth

I’ll be much happier now that I am unwritten

I can’t imagine holding on to all this hurt

How did I even make it out alive here?

Guess the pages are just begging to be turned

My life has felt like I could curse over a city

Wreaking havoc like a made-up little fiend

But I set my course, I’m running on a new high

like a daisy chain reluctantly set free