Burn down the memories
I need to sleep
Away from the reality
I want to dream
The fire will feed
I need to flee
Smoke is reaching for me
I have to get free
My memories are pictures
Scattered on the floor
Stuck in a room
No windows or doors
The heat is rising
It's burning my cheeks
Has it been days?
Or has it been weeks?
I give up the fight
I fall to the floor
Surrounded by my memories
I don't care anymore
Breeze on my face
Memories rise and bend
They turn into doves
And fly away on the wind