The Fire
I sit there staring at the flames
Thinking back at the time
When everything was sane.
In one fleeting moment
That was gone
Never to return
The flames climb higher
And higher
Consuming everything
My hopes, dreams, wishes,
And my thoughts of you.
Remember when you were my world?
When I would of died for you?
Now that's gone too.
Smoke
Fills the air
Choking the life out of everything
My eyes
Sting at the thought
This is it isn't it?
The fire flickers
And burns the edges of my mind
I can't stop it
Out of control
Who would of thought,
The thing I loved most
Brought me to my demise
I scream
No one hears
No one comes
Not even you
The fire rages
It leaves nothing behind
It wont let up
I scream in agony
I plead,
I pray,
Nothing
No one
It hurts
A raw burn
It tortures,
It smiles at my pain
"Let me go"
"No,"
Too much
I can't take take it
I've lost it now
My mind
was stolen
Now they look
Now they see
Not the real me
They wonder
They marvel
If only They knew
I'm foreign
Not real
An alien
They see the outside
What about the inside?
I'm trapped
Where do I go
Wake up
It's not real
Oh yes it is
The flame
is real
It is the thief
A perfect con
Hotter
Brighter it Burns
Higher
Higher it goes
My heart goes next
What am I now?
A hollow shell
Followed by my soul
Everything
It's all gone
What's left?
Anything?
No nothings left
It's all gone
All that I loved
All that I wanted
It's' gone
All gone
Turned to ash
The fire dies down
Me with it
Nothing left to consume
It dies
I die
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