I heard you calling my name from afar
staring at me after the structures fall apart
The collision of cement, glasses, and metal
Created flames and ashes bursting out from
the windows which were lethal

The ashes fall down and covered my innards making me sick.
Making my stomach curl and burn, I can't read your tricks
The vivid image of buildings fall and collided with the ground and air,
Is your image of you calling my name from nowhere

During the nights, I don't want anyone else
but your ghost finally leaving my back,
I want you elsewhere but buried under the mantel of my dead conscience.