Moonlit debris falling like snow
From the once-towering houses,
The boiling ground will make you tiptoe
As the city’s about to turn into ashes.
The sounds of shrieks and fading screams
Will be much louder than faith and hope.
You can only trust your remaining limbs,
For there will be no time to cope.
Behind the stench of burnt trees
Is a growing desire for rain —
Just to remember where your heart is,
Just to keep yourself sane.
But it’s too late now.
You will need more than water,
You’ll need more than seers —
‘Cause I set the world on fire
With these flammable tears.
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 8:52 AM UTC
Moonlit debris falling like snow
From the once-towering houses,
The boiling ground will make you tiptoe
As the city’s about to turn into ashes.
The sounds of shrieks and fading screams
Will be much louder than faith and hope.
You can only trust your remaining limbs,
For there will be no time to cope.
Behind the stench of burnt trees
Is a growing desire for rain —
Just to remember where your heart is,
Just to keep yourself sane.
But it’s too late now.
You will need more than water,
You’ll need more than seers —
‘Cause I set the world on fire
With these flammable tears.
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