Poem written by me.
Not actually me as is commonly believed.

Pyromaniac
Pyromaniac.
The sparkle in his eye,
Turns into a spark in his brain.
Flames excite,
They burn so bright.
Scorching skin,
Feels good to him.
In him, begins a desperate fight,
he can't control the urge to ignite.
Nothing sets his stomach churning,
More than the thought of somthing burning.
He'll wait untill the time is right,
And to his world, set light.

Haha!