A whisper from candlelight flickers and
Fades like your voice upon leaving,
The sheets a concave with my arm
Resting in it, a molten hysteric void,
Next to a half-empty bedside still undone,
Colder than the room with your warmth
Packed away in so many bags set to
Smolder in someone else’s flame.
The fire that was once so young
Crumples darker as leaves in autumn.
Screeching sirens, pounding footsteps,
The outside a wasteland of Hell, Hell a
Combination of blue and red flashes
Blinking in opposition to the blinking
Echoes of flame crackling still and
Wooden floors snapping beneath our
Once-home. Surrounded inside the burnt
Enclave, death never felt so alive.
Fades like your voice upon leaving,
The sheets a concave with my arm
Resting in it, a molten hysteric void,
Next to a half-empty bedside still undone,
Colder than the room with your warmth
Packed away in so many bags set to
Smolder in someone else’s flame.
The fire that was once so young
Crumples darker as leaves in autumn.
Screeching sirens, pounding footsteps,
The outside a wasteland of Hell, Hell a
Combination of blue and red flashes
Blinking in opposition to the blinking
Echoes of flame crackling still and
Wooden floors snapping beneath our
Once-home. Surrounded inside the burnt
Enclave, death never felt so alive.
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