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