Pyromania

I shan't be caught
Pouring gasoline around

On the curtains
A spritz here and there
Gasoline drenched
I smile in the putrid air

Walk to the exit doors
Nail them shut
Must be sneaky though
I shan't be caught

A couple bangs
I'm through in here
A spray of Febreeze
I continue to sneer

Into the Grand Hall
All seems fine
Gasoline lines the walls
No smell this time

Into the stairwells
Mop the floors
Gasoline masked easily
Behind these doors

Exit quietly
I shan't be caught
Elevators all laced
Their 'innocent' lives shall be bought

An hour to spare
They'll arrive soon
I leave the Theatre
Hang in the back, with the raccoons

Pretend to sleep
On the dumpster
45 minutes later
I'm free to muster

Walk to the front
Where none reside
I nail those doors shut
They're now stuck inside

Stand in front
In the pitch of night
Take the matches from my pocket
They've yet to know fright

Slip one out
Twirl between my fingers
Set it alight
Smoke lingers

Toss it to the front door
All is now beautiful
Flames cascade up
Swallow the Theatre full

Screams and yells subside
Flames dance before my eyes
I walk across the street
In my disguise

Act as an innocent bystander
As my work of art thrives
Death must feel busy
As I'm taking these lives

Soon all is in ashes
All lives are taken
Thanks to the match
Pyromania is no longer mistaken