The soldiers of ash race and dance
Across the shelves of all that I own
Holding reality in its disintegrating grip
Flames are the glowing ******* of the sun
I was once so cold and sterile
fire made me glow
dip me in motor oil
I don't need the windows
I can watch the channelled river of melted steel run
In the layers of your sweating eyes
Black iron horses
Forged miles away
Scalding hot bells ring and swing
Heat radiates a tune in the halls of a collapsed home
Huffing smoke
Tasting the burnt photographs and copper fumes
Waves of vibration and the cracks of fire
Ringing in my ears
The floor gives out underneath our feet
We float before we fall
Before it all comes down
I want to feel the glow on my face
The sadness of the morning will cool the rubble
Daylight kills the romance of the flames
Dawn brings us back to reality
The wind carries our remains to the sea
Reminding us we died
Here and there