I’m dead

To the world at least

White flames ate away at me

As I screamed for help

They couldn’t save me

I was gone

I was dead

I’m dead.

You thought I was gone

That my ears were burned to ash

Well, truly your close

Try ear hairs.

I am like a vigilante

Swift and draped in dark fabric

Eyeying the night

You don’t know who I am

No one needs to.

Not anymore.