Fire, Fire, Fire.
A burning sensation
never ending, never cooling.
just remaining.
It burns on my toes
Freckling my face with marks of ash
smoke rises, covering me in dust
breaking me down
Burning the life I wish I had kept
Doubting my soul, my existence.
Slowly disintegrating
Falling to my knees
I weep with sadness and fear
but it is too late
I am already gone,
my soul is already taken
by this fire, by these flames
covering my face
hiding me from the world
turning me to embers
attempting to regain this love
nothing brings me back.
Fire, Fire, Fire.

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