Drowning in Fire

In a dark, brightly lit house
A small whimper came from a loud door mouse
He grinned in a disturbing frown
And wanted to burn his wet house down
So with a pint of gasoline
He lit the match with eyes unseen
Soon, the flames grew higher and higher
In that house there was no survivor

When the authorities came
The ground was crisp, with no door frame
Yet, inside, the door mouse still with breath
Had escaped the pull of death
And so his cries were heard as he wept
He could not escape his final debt
Instead of his wish quickly granted
On this earth, his soul must be planted