that fire could be
as beautiful as this
and the smoke
and the haze
hiding behind the scenes
we're smelling something sickly sweet

but isn't that easy to ignore?
when you see the sky as a whole how
crimson lights white out the stars
who don't shine as purely as everyone
would like to think.

land there and it's only destruction,
not the romance you seek

so burn a little bit and let
something slide

haven't you noticed that this kind of destruction
never made anyone cry?