Use my body to spark the fire that will burn all humanity into less than black ash 

This is the narrator's last wish 

Another bleeding poet with shattered fingers and a tendency to go blind upon request 

The flames stroke the heavens and we see nothing 

The flames scald the clouds and we see nothing 

The last grain of sand will shatter the hourglass and comfort will only be found within our nightmares 

The last grain of sand is gripped with shattered fingers 

Too blind to see the flames 

Too selfish to hold on