Flames I wield

Walking down a decaying street,
With every step I take,
I only spread the venom.
I stop under a lamp.
‘Why so bright’ I ask
I touch it,
The light burns out.

Down this alley,
Sharp toothed grins
Husky laughing,
Oh,
Now look what I’ve done,
I’ve infected this,
Innocent cat.

It stares up at me,
‘why so mean’ it asks
I pick it up.
Stroke its fur.

Footsteps recede in the dark.
Vacant homes scream with out a sound.
The wind seems doleful,
For even its tunes are asleep.

The rain are icy tears.
It dares not touch me,
I am the venom.
Can nothing touch me now?

I’m am saddened.
I wish for a friend,
Yet I know there is none for me.
The cat I stroked,
It burned
Now ash to fall on the damp infected ground.

I shed my own tear.
The rain laughs,
The wind crackles,
The houses snicker,
The lamp screeches,
The ground cachinnates,

The moon looks down on me,
The last of my breed,
‘why so sad’ it asks
I look  back to the moon.
I focus.
Seething with hate.
I infect the moon.

The moon is of fire now
I scream
I cry.
I am affronted.

I infect the rain,
I infect the wind
I infect the houses
I infect the lamp
I infect the ground.
All burning.

I no longer hear the tap of rain
The wind does not tuch my face.
The houses no longer protect me.
The lamp no longer light my way.
The ground no longer suports me.

I am not the infected.
I cant be the infected.
I am doomed to live in
a world of my own ashes.