Smoke

It started with a fire
That you ignited
A crime of ignorance
A deed of selfish fear
And you watched it burn bright
Fed by cruel rage
And the intoxicating breeze
Of your blindness
To what you have burnt

As you see the ashes
That are black, and dead
But not lifeless
You can still hear it
The flicker of the flames
The noise you ignored
That kept begging for help
You are slowly paralyzed
Not yet realizing
But not blissful anymore
The storm didnt come
To put out the flames
Nature, transcended
In ferocious glory
As blood red sparks
That maimed itself
And all Lovely blossoms along with it


Now the smoke
Black as a night sky
With no stars
And like your fear and loathing
Of yourself
And grey like clouds
That drape the moonlight
In curtains of desertion
Red, scorching
Like tasting blood on the tip of your tongue
As flames cascade down your throat
Choking out in pain
Faded green
Like the stench of death
From a drought struck lair
A ***** brown
Of all emotions blending into
The chaotic state of your mind
That keeps you awake
Always

Burning, blunt blue
Deep, and sacred
Shameful
Of maladies contained
Within the tears that well in your eyes
Which make you see
Through crippling water
Everything is drowning
Swirling, disfigured
Even the smoke morphs into you
Consuming your mind
Hammering your soul
Bleeding out your conscience
"Stop!"
"I can put out the fire"

The smoke becomes lighter
Till it's a blinding white
And it finally lets you see
Just for a moment
The damage you wrought
Upon yourself
And the things around you
That deserved to flourish in earthly grace
Just for a moment
It lets you know
That no matter what you do
The fire has burnt
Nature has done it's work
It has already killed the forest
But not it's love for it
And now
The smoke won't subside
Because it has nowhere else to go
Except to thrive in you
Suffocate you
It's only fixation
Because the you let the flames grow
Not for a second
Or a minute
But days
And days
Revelling
And so the melody, sad and beautiful
Will play
Haunt your mind
And the memory of the forest
That was never yours to begin with
That tiny moment of clarity
Where you and nature fathom alike
Is the only relief you shall have
Before the guilt envelopes you again