• I am a cold, black lump of charcoal.
    I am easily lit by matches if I’m provoked
    And I am okay with that
    I am like an organization of people
    Set out on destiny
    To destroy the world in flame
    I am caked with lighter fluid
    And old remains,
    Not really much more complicated than that.
    I’m put in a bag to hide my feelings,
    Even when they matter.
    But have people ever seen those beautiful sketches
    That say the medium is charcoal?
    That’s what I am. I am that piece of charcoal
    That was destined to make one beautiful masterpiece
    While I stay in this world.