Burn
And where once I built a city,
there is nothing that remains.
The smoldering ashes raining down,
are all I know.
I told you I would burn it,
that I’d burn it all down.
I promised that my dreams
would go up in smoke,
and crumble to the ground,
like flaming rose petals.
There is no way to stop me,
I told you I would burn.
I have set myself aflame
and I am burning up.
I am fading into nothing,
adding fuel to my fire.
I have poured the gas upon this,
I have struck the match
against the flint.
I have lit my life afire,
and ash is all that remains.
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