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Nov 2010
Burnt it all to the ground
Where they slept without a sound
No light in their cold eyes
The last breath left and died

Darkness slowly envelops the walls
Chasing the angels down the halls
Making room for the demons
to slowly make their way back in

Haunting memories flood in
of their screams that night
Your friends and family
going without a fight

Sweet turpentine
and bitter kerosene
A light of a match
on the floor soaked with gasoline

From ground up the ashes lay
Left from the fire
With no words left to say
The cracking of burning wood
Was their final sound to hear
©Bruno Joseph Orsi
November 2, 2010
Written by
Bruno Joseph Orsi
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