when "everything" is gone and nothing remain
purposely thrown into the fires and flames
watching them slowly dissipate...do we feel comfort or do we feel pain?
smoke rise and carries them away, far to the land of no return
the heart no longer bleeds, but still it feels lonely and in need
I'd rather be the one who gets carried away...and leave "everything", here, for the existence to contain
I'd be gone and "everything" would remain....
gone with space and stars as my domain...where I have free rein instead of restraining chains