A blazing inferno lights the never-ending night
Each item burns slowly enough to watch it suffer
But not enough to hope for it to survive
First the shelves start crumbling to the ground
Once filled with duplicate journals
Divulged into pervasive memories
Now replaced by eternal hellfire
Then the carpet catches flames
Burning through the soft yet opulent texture
Erasing past footsteps that once existed
The desk meets the fiery blaze
Hours of work melting away into budget plastic
Leaving no indication of the modest
Only the charred
Finally the bed starts searing
As the occupant still dormant
Scalds away any last memories
And dismantles the memorable dreams
As neighbors peep through the window
And laugh with uncontrollable disdain
While the room burns to the ground
The next morning when the occupant wakes
In the middle of his charred home
He walks outside and greets his neighbors
But nobody can tell whether he is almost dead
Or almost alive
Just scarred enough to seem as both
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
A blazing inferno lights the never-ending night
Each item burns slowly enough to watch it suffer
But not enough to hope for it to survive
First the shelves start crumbling to the ground
Once filled with duplicate journals
Divulged into pervasive memories
Now replaced by eternal hellfire
Then the carpet catches flames
Burning through the soft yet opulent texture
Erasing past footsteps that once existed
The desk meets the fiery blaze
Hours of work melting away into budget plastic
Leaving no indication of the modest
Only the charred
Finally the bed starts searing
As the occupant still dormant
Scalds away any last memories
And dismantles the memorable dreams
As neighbors peep through the window
And laugh with uncontrollable disdain
While the room burns to the ground
The next morning when the occupant wakes
In the middle of his charred home
He walks outside and greets his neighbors
But nobody can tell whether he is almost dead
Or almost alive
Just scarred enough to seem as both
