Holding on to the last piece.
Before it turns to ashes.
The fire will forever increase.
Dancing fire clashes.

Laying on the cold ground.
Only the fading light remains.
It always have me spellbound.
Cold blood running through my veins.

Making me so sleepy.
But keeping me wide awake.
The vision goes in so deeply.
It’s making my eyes break.

Still I keep holding on.
It’s my reason to be alive.
If it goes out, my life would be gone.
Hope is how I survive.

What if it’s just a dream?
Have I made the wrong decision?
It’s the same place per diem.
Is it just a fake vision?