The house was burning.
Not literally of course,
But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out.
Every action taken just added more charcoal
Until the smoke filled my lungs
And I couldn't breathe.
The house was burning.
There was no safe place for me.
Every emotion was used as lighter fluid
As each day the fire became brighter, louder
I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand
The house was burning.
And I was the one with the water
I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long
I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out
So lay me to rest alongside this burning house,
Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
The house was burning.
Not literally of course,
But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out.
Every action taken just added more charcoal
Until the smoke filled my lungs
And I couldn't breathe.
The house was burning.
There was no safe place for me.
Every emotion was used as lighter fluid
As each day the fire became brighter, louder
I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand
The house was burning.
And I was the one with the water
I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long
I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out
So lay me to rest alongside this burning house,
Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home