There's a fire
that's burning down the town.
It's name is a blaze,
her voice a flame.
Nothing survives,
it all burns until it's black.
It shrivels and crumbles
until all that's left is ashes.
I'm all spent,
you've ruined me now.
Are you happy now that you've burnt me?
Are you satisfied with the fire that consumed me?
Does the sight of my crumpled,
distorted,
soul make you smile?
I've been burnt and it's all your fault.