i lost myself
today

waiting for ends
to reveal

gave in to my
dismay

confused by what's
not real

other side of
the door

people rot and
disappear

of only thing
i am sure

that you were never
really here

what are these
for ?

chronic feelings of
despair

i'll only hurt myself
more

trying to eat away
the layers

in this vacuum
of cold

there's not a gasp
of air

where emptiness
bleeds a soul

i'm spiralling down
the stairs

and of only thing
i am sure

that you were never
really here

that you were never
really here

that you were never
really here

that you were never
really here

Broken as is
Fire at peace
Let be
As I am.

Not a puzzle piece
To solve
Nor a shattered doll.

Scarred as a
Warrior must be
Shaped by the
Travails of time.

Take me thus
For who I am.

Shoot one in the air.
Scare the birds away.

Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

i can see it flicker, slowly dying
a fire that burned once brighter than our love

i pour in all my heart
longing for the flames to soar back to life

aggressively i throw wet wood, needing to heal
when rising smoke blinds my senses, cuts open my lungs

all the shining colors are gone - red, yellow, gold
as smothering darkness sits on my chest

accompanied by deafening silence
that swallowed the healthy sizzling noise

i stare at the orange fervor, mesmerized
unaware of the tears desperately watering my desiccated eyes

no matter how beautiful
all fires burn out