Like the only tree left standing after a wildfire has swept through the forest, I stand alone.
My broken limbs and charred branches extend, despite the fire that consumes me.
The flames run through me, rushing like blood away from this beating heart.
Ashes line the forest floor, leaving nothing but trails of hurt behind me.
This fire has stolen the oxygen straight out of my lungs and ripped the words from my throat.
Lifeless and broken, I continue to stand tall.
I dig my roots deeper into the dirt, holding on for dear life .
He was like a wildfire
Burning bridges at both ends
Leaving behind a path of smoke and ash
And embers floating on the wind
The sky falls down like ashes
Dusting its blackness upon my skin
Burning through my flesh and bone
Corroding from within
Darkened skies and blackened hearts
Grant witness to my sin
Underneath the forsaken moon
I die only to live again
As much as one can blame the sun for burning up it’s atmosphere, one could blame the moon for keeping it cold and dreary. I am just thankful I have yet to burn to death or freeze into a glacier for you to slam your ships on. Either way I am finally content.
I have been to hell and back
holding fire in my hand
Ashes burn on deadened skin
As I find no will to stand
No will to overcome this
My sordid burning heart
Never once belonged beside him
Nor a happy place to start
With blackened smoky lungs
I try to take another breath
Until all the fight in me is gone
So I will hide inside my death
My own inferno, burning ever long