I purge the city out my lungs

for it keeps tasting like blood.
broken pieces cut my throat
and I cling to the stones
while bruised and lonely
for the bridges were eagerly burnt.

I heave the city into my lungs
for I lit my skin to get some fun.
Always flying with the clouds and laughing with stars
while the moon dances to my voice and I giggle to the void.

will it ever stop burning?