i can almost see
them flying
through the sky;
the doves
that i cherished so.
they twist and turn
until i can no longer
rely on their
pleasant company
and my lungs collapse
as i realize that they've
truly disappeared
and they're released from
me and my hell
for all of eternity.
while they live in nirvana,
i sit inside this pit of fire,
smoldering,
lacking peace that the doves
have no issue obtaining.
so i draw into myself
lonely, and drowning in
my flames
while they are
notorious and
flying.