Fiery Hiest
Fiery Heist
Savana Estes
Family ties, our blood, the
Red substance that flows within our
Blue veins; our bonds that declare.
They proclaim this is what makes us who we are,
this is what makes you and I Family.
It burns, do you feel it?
Does it burn? I’m certain that it’s just dying,
just dying inside of your hollow heart… well
it certainly isn’t a heart that you hold.
Did you even shed a tear?
No hesitation,
when playing with devil’s fire.
This fire that burns, it is not desire;
you know damn well it’s not pride.
Did it feel good?
To hold that match, the dancing flame
was so beautiful; a sense of power
in your hand.
Just Like Fire.
Are you proud of yourself?
Exchanging your bond, so a fix can travel
through your veins.
Was it worth losing everything?
Reeking in your stench of desperation,
No self control;
Power was priority.
Just a burning house,
Not a home to you.
Just a burning tree,
Not a forest.
Just people,
Not a Family.
Fire didn’t care and
neither did you.
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